The last time you touched me,
one graceful finger
tracing the profile of my breast
before you left.

He touched me, too
one more potential lover
and out of habit,
I feigned passion.

And out of habit,
I forced myself to allow
the slimy, probing tongue,
His arms around me,

strong like yours.
I washed my hands, 
after he left,
his stench clinging

my heart screaming for you.
And later, you kissed me, 
the way I remembered.

He touched me
and out of habit I surrendered
softly, the way I remembered, 
softly, the way I love you

Out of habit.

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My Subliminal Guide To Insanity