Finally, a midnight shower
in the candlelight
All alone.
Exorcising you.

The desire
The mischief
No residue left
Of you
Of you and me
Making a memory

Now the steam rises
from the shower
And nothing else.
Collecting to egg me
To create
New memories

It’s time
to move on.
To a life beyond you.
A life whose gates you opened.
The opaque window melts…
Willing me to start afresh.
Again. Again. Again.

About the author

Tappy Tippy

Late Bloomer, Coffee Drinker, French-Frier. Romance in her head. Erotica in her bones!