My Last Lover
Gentle caress of fingertips
Coolness of breathing
Kiss upon my lips
Shallow heart-beating.
You’ve become my best friend
My last lover in living
Your love to me you send
All I have to you in giving.
Your want for me is oh so bad
Always by my side
The love you have makes me mad
No longer can I hide.
As my soul is gently taken
Whispers from my final breath
From living I'm about to awaken
Because my last lover…............. Is death.
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