It’s his loveFor me that makesMe remember theseMemories fondlyLike it was yesterdayAnd should IHave the knifeI’ll confidentlyPlunge it inNo blame, no hesitationIt’s the loud kissesIn a house so large and emptyThe silence that lastedOnly for a second or soThe hands movingLike no one else was in the roomHis manly legsMuscles so comfortableI didn’t need a… Continue reading This Knife