Last Goodbye
By Di42
Published: September 29, 2008
Updated: September 29, 2008

Watching the rise
and fall of your chest,
I listen to the gentle
rhythm of your breathing,
reaching out, I remove hair
which has fallen across your face,
my hand tentatively hovers above,
but the warmth of your body draws me
back down, gently touching your cheek,
enjoying the roughness of your skin
as I trace the outline of your face.
My hand, finds its way to your chest,
running my fingers through the thick mass,
you stir, a soft sigh escapes
your lips as they part,
the tip of my tongue moistens mine.
My mouth gentle covers yours,
as I taste you one last time,
picking up my bag,
I silently close the door.