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Mistress Love...

The cruel indifference of her touch
Set his heart to pounding
He held his breath
Against her breast

She breathed... even as her heart beat
Her barely warm embrace
Chilled his bones
Made him gasp

Needing a connection, he shivered
Stumbling, he mumbled...
Had to say it; “I love you”
Stupid move

Ice cold skin and pale blue eyes
Luke-warm breath
Damped the fires
No passion

She feigned disappointment
Took the blame
He let her
Castrated

Twisted, nothing feelings
Wrought from need
V.I.P. Status
To Her

Forever wrestling a conscience
Losing each and every time
Pinned by his efforts
Alpha male; Huh!

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Had a youngster confide in me the other day, that he is madly in love with a girl that hardly knew he lived. Her casual touch was cause for a rush of hormones and a feeling of bliss. She never has responded to obvious signs from him, that he felt this way or that she views him as anything other than a friend. Why does he hang on to the idea that somehow, some way, he can impress her enough to see him as a romantic prospect? This is what came from that encounter. My only advice to that young man, was that he should try to see what he might if he were looking at the relationship from the outside. What would you see if...? Anyways, this is my take. ~ Gee
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Hi Gee
I think you have really caught the essence of unrequited love, the feeling of unworthiness and worst of all, that desperate need for acknowledgement.
I bet a few of us have been there and got that teeshirt :-)
I enjoyed this very much. Jxx

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I guess I identified with him as anybody might. I'm glad that I got the basic recipe right. Ya know the old memory might be little fuzzy here and there, but it's something that I remember quite well. She was a doctor's daughter and only child, I was a East ender and needed a haircut. Maybe a poem in that, hey? Anyways, glad that you liked it. Thanks, ~ Gee

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