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Your words were just beautiful when they left your mouth
A true art form
My eyes glazed over watching your lips move together, your cheeky grin reveal your perfect teeth,  your tongue run across your lips wetting them just to talk to me a little longer
I knew later you would be mad and tell me that I never listen to you, and I would be too embarrassed to tell you I was euphorically mesmerized by your tart pink lips and teeth that oh so reminded me of the white pearls you bought me on Valentine's Day
The day you ran your hands across the untouched parts of my body and loved me until you couldn't bear to anymore
Your finger snapped in front of my face
I knew it was there, your hand in front of my face
But I was busy thinking about those lips, that night
Touching every part of my body I needed them most
There that sound is again
The snapping of your fingers
Oh, those fingers
Caressing and exploring me
Suddenly, your voice rings in my ears
What are you saying?
It doesn't matter though, all I need to remember is what you said that night
I remember the raspiness and lust evident when you whispered sweet venom that intoxicated my brain
I wish so badly for you to love me like that again
I snap out of it, and so miserably wish I hadn't
I realize the mouth, hands, voice that I was just imagining are those of a different man
He almost looks like you, but his mouth doesn't curve up in a smile the same way yours do, his hands don't grip my hips so aggressively the way I like it and his voice is monotone, unlike your passionate one
My heart aches intensely with pain
A hollow pain
Longing for your sweet sweet venomous lips, hands, voice
I want all of you
The tenderness in your heart
The brush of your hair against my thighs
Your legs running up against mine
I want all of you
I'm used to not getting what I want
But I promise I've never wanted anything this bad
From the light and the dark in my heart, I have never wanted someone so bad it feels like it could kill me
Even though you left and I know you wouldn't come back, I would get on my knees and beg any second, minute, hour, year, decade of my life
I love you
And if I had known that was all you had wanted I would have said it far before you ceased to exist in my life

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copyright 2022 Anabelle Russell

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