The Last Time…

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Day 29: write a The Last Blank poem. Here is my attempt.

The moment he experienced the matte creaminess of her Hershey brown skin, leaving his mark on her supple lips for the first time. He felt different but more like himself for the first time today. He didn’t question his thinking differently, and neither did she. His autistic nature being soothed by her carefree spirit.

Eric liked people, just did not like being around them that much, but Janelle, he liked being around. He just knew he could taste her beauty, sense her tranquility without knowing how he could. Yet, it settled him like a decanter of wine he never needed, making him feel wild & free, that he liked too.

The last time he felt this way was the first time he ever saw her that day. And that moment will last forever this last time.

By Pamelap

Published by yourplateormine967244485

I am a Texas transplant from Virginia Beach and I love family, food, and entertaining with friends! On any given weekend you will find me out enjoying the city having dining & sipping moments with family and friends. Besides being a foodie and an avid sports fan, l love writing as well! I enjoy writing poetry, articles on my dining experiences and short stories. Look for my musings and written expression each day and let me know what is on your mind too. As my cousin, Kendra Edozie, quoted: It All Begins With Just A Thought.

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