By none other than capital C
C has been quoted to say that I am a great writer, second to her only! So what better way to get to the bottom of this, than have her guest write here and there. So now introducing C in her own words to give you a little taste...a tease if you will.
Layin' It Down: Gone
I can still taste his scent,
Like it was just half past the hour.
The song of desire in my ear,
The caress of his eyes on mine,
Almost too much to take.
The painful pleasure of my heartache,
At a drummer's pace.
Seduction with barely a touch,
Drunk with less than a sip,
Trembling without cause,
He could write the tale.
Only darkness now,
Like before the very first day of first days.
Almost forgotten,
Just a vision of maybe.
A memory of something that never was,
A taste of that which was already gone.
-c
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