My Tempest

I dreamt of you last night, one of the many I have dreamt since then.
You had the kind of face that could set sail a thousand ships.
At least, of my dream ships and my dream kingdom,
you were the honorary king.
Or maybe just…the honorary lover whom I never really stopped loving-
in bed nor at heart.
I fear I will always have a soft spot for you, the kind that’s ready to tear through at the slightest nudge and unlease a Pandora’s box of a world of emotions –
anger, lust, passion, wanting.
They say you never let go of your first love.
I blink and realise,
True, it just might be so.

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