Strand of Sadness
By Deb Benson
With a strand of sadness threaded through the afterglow of lovemaking I lay still and quiet in my bed The air is full of noise But no one is here He had rushed to leave me I pondered his leaving And knew I could not welcome him again For who wants a man that clearly Cares more for his pleasure Than the joy of sharing DBenson7/18/01 Written February 3rd, 2002 © on Feb 03 2002 03:19 AM PST 10 • 0 • 1
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