Warmth and wetness engulf, lost in the caress of lips and tongue
Nearing the precipice, to fling into the abyss
Lifting my head, I catch a glimpse of sorrow.
Your visage dissipates like fog, leaving my gliding hand
Grip releases, head falls to the pillow, rivulets of dampness on my cheeks.
I am alone.
.
.
.
And lonely.
