Sylvia, oh Sylvia

We made love in a dream; two crazies going at it in a high manic state…..turn-off the phones and lock the doors….the madness begins…..

Bottles of red wine were poured in bed…..a few laughs….some crying…..a good talk in between touches and strokes, grabs and pulls, caresses of gentleness…..then she broke my heart…… she told the truth…..

You’re good, Sylvia said, but….not as good as dear old Teddy, she let out a snicker, an ego deflated, I do miss him so, sobbing just a little before the heavy dew drops fell, If only he loved me….if only he loved me……

Sure……I get the picture….you wanna keep a broad….treat her like shit…..I was never good at that…..But, dear old Teddy was….uh?…..Tell me Sylvia…..do tell of how dear old Teddy made you take the bait……..every single time…..right?…….Right……

At two in the morning Sylvia was gone from my bed….done with me…..through…..the wine bottle was left half empty on the night stand…..a few condoms tossed in the trash……God knows who that filthy bastard plucked……no more Sylvia…..no more…..

The good one’s always leave way too soon…..

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