I made love to a stranger once ..
Inside a bar upon wooden stool
dark tinted air,crisp evening breeze..
Silence..
More silence and then darkness
A voice ,a moan ,an emptying out of ones soul
moisture mixed into delight and calm
her vulnerability blended with my rawness and dominance
And then she cries for it is too sweet and so very wrong, it is a cry of guilt
And so i embrace her and exit both her and her home
And i tell her to not consume herself with guilt because what she had done was art
©dre_roue
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