Her Mons of Fire - Sex Stories

Her Mons of Fire

I fear the dark, the total blackness of my sleep It holds for me ragged memories to burden my soul so deep. I lay in our bed, cock in my hand, feeling again senses so drunk Wallowing and gasping in the darking place where I have sunk A slough deep and murky with currents of guilt That I have assumed, sharply spearing my heart to the hilt. She is no longer beside me in life, my pain is layered and lasting Hair of flame, mons of fire eternally from now must I be fasting Never to smell or touch or lick her evermore She is gone to my dreams to live in my core Of mind and subconscious and only to feel The touch of her skin and the mons of fire so real. She left with a secret I could not have known Thus I fear my dreams because now it has been shown She went with hair and mons of fire to her end Carrying our daughter, in secret, from me her best friend I loved her so deeply my lips kissed never to tire But as she arrives in my sleep my soul screams in a fire The pain sears my nerves, my brain, my heart Nothing I can do seems to bring me to start, The healing that must be real, whole to last me my life Never again to see the hair of flame, the mons of fire of my wife. It should have been me, we argued and I plead Do not go out my sweetest love but she did and I dread Now in death in my dreams she fashions my terrible guilt, In a grip so demanding, no chance will my heart again feel the lilt Of happiness sublime and passion unending Of closeness and taste and feeling all blending. We share in the child she carried, conceived in love and desire But I will never see either nor again the mons of her fire. I must live with it always, if she allows me to be, In the arms of a sweet peace that heralds lasting serenity.