love, poetry, psychic poetry

Wicked Wishes

What if I told you that it is the thought of your mouth behind my ear and your hand in mine that keep the demons at bay?

Would it make a difference if you knew the moments I recall, the forgotten sensations I summon, before I climax?

Is it too much to mention, the fear I have that our lives will continually cross paths?

What consequences would occur, if I asked that the timeline of our brief love be left in the past?

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