Love still stands when all else has fallen
two inches or ten
finger size or hand
when feeling goes away
mini me stands up to be counted
the thrusts start shallow and seem never ending
then the pace picks up
with everything
my voice and yours
a testimony themed call and response
The bed squeaks
the walls groan
only time will tell how me drowning in my sorrows
and you swallowing your pain whole
will lead to a dis remembering
of what was once a beautiful duo of you and I
Such is the nature of the breakup sex.
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