That day you apologized
for ripping me a new one.
Saying, “You’re my man,”
your arms around me,
as I slouched on the couch.
The heat of the moment
telling me what your heart meant
Slowly life
seeps into my veins
as I shed my hurt
an anticipation of a
horizontal makeup
The heat of the moment
shone in your eyes
heavy breathing
the feel of skin on skin
all thoughts of
harsh words & hurt feelings
forgotten
The heat of the moment
telling me what my heart meant



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