In the after
I grieve for her sensuality
Her sex
When my body betrays my inner most desires and I awake to find you're not on top of me,
playing me like a fiddle
When I find you haven't awakened me with a touch, hands and lips exploring the whole of me
When I have no choice but to finish what my mind started with thoughts of you
In the after
after I call your name and my mind explodes in color and white noise
After
After all of this I grieve for the experience I could have had with you
and I hope
I put my hope right back where it belongs
that one day I'll grieve no more
One day I'll grieve no more
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