My Kryptonite

I could give up cigarettes, coffee, sugar,

chocolate and probably even salt.

I could never let go of your memory

it’s locked securely in a hidden vault.

Yet, longings escape

like pink whispers

memories haunt me

old scars burn as

your caress lingers

lips tender on my skin

kissing the curve of my face

as you slow dance me

until you win my heart

just to walk away.

A fantasy fulfilled, too hot to hold

it dropped from my burnt fingers.

The way you made me feel, my kryptonite.

The dance ended, but the music lingers.

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  3. Wow Jeanne!!! You are on fire!!! This is so romantic, emotional and sensual!! Another great ending!! I think I’m going to glean through this for some seeds of inspiration!!!
    Hope you are having a great day!!
    xoxo
    😍💖💕🌹

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