Surrendered

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, 
softly
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