by Tameca WaidI know you, have known you intimately,
yet you disregard me as if I were some
common stranger on the street,
pretend as if you have never felt the texture of my
skin, have never been seduced by my words,
have never been
soothed
by
my
touch
do you still remember me,
still masturbate to the thought
of me straddling you ?
If I passed you on a crowded city sidewalk,
would you recognize my perfume?
I still remember you,
every word said in love
every word uttered in anger
every caress
scent
kiss
orgasm
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