Damn You

Damn you.

I swore you were right here.  I touched you, I know I did.

As I come back to myself, your scent lingers.

Damn you.

I ache for your touch.

Closing my eyes is futile.  You’re not here.

Leave my heart be.  Stay out of my dreams.

Damn you.

About Penny Wilson Writes

I am a freelance writer that writes in several genres. I've had a successful blog with a growing and loyal following for more than 5 years. I've written articles for Counseling Directory .org, Introvert Dear .com and WOW Women on Writing. I'm currently working on my first novel. You can find more of my writings on my blog at: https://pennywilsonwrites.com/ and follow me on Twitter @pennywilson123.
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3 Responses to Damn You

  1. gc says:

    You are most welcome. Anytime. 🙂

    Like

  2. gc says:

    Bravo again Penny.

    The agony of longing for that special someone is frustrating and haunting at times.

    Our imaginations take control and the sights, sounds, aromas and pleasurable intimacies rush to the forefront when we sleep and our emotional guards are down..

    And yes males also succumb to these types of sensual nightmares even though we don’t often admit to them.

    The scent of a woman haunts a man just as deeply . 🙂

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