His Departure

As she sat alone long after his departure,
She could still feel the burn of his lips on her skin.
Every inch of her felt as if she were on fire,
Leaving her breathless and confused.

Though she knew she shouldnt let him in,
She couldnt resist his touch.
If only once she could break the cycle of destruction that his touch causes,
She could break the hold that he has on her.

He continues to return to her,
With his indulgent caresses and melting glances.
She is over come with want and needs,
But yet he never meets the needs.

She sits and cries,
Wondering if the burn will ever leave her skin.
Knowing that next time tears will extinguish the flames,
For she will tell him no.

This is the last time she allows him,
Sadly she knows that he has let her go.
Now she will let him go,
And prove that she needs no more of his touch.