My dreams are dark rooms at 2am.

I wake alone and before my eyes adjust

I feel him thinking of sex with me.

His hand on my ass,

The way I liked to take his dick…

I wonder, if he’s giving it to someone else,

Then why are you thinking about me?

In the light of day I remember I’m better without you

But at night, I still feel you inside me.

The way my pussy pulled on you,

The feeling of you pressing into me,

And my hands on your arms of stone.

I read you poetry…

We’re both laughing now,

But I cried when you kissed me

Under the full moon

With angels watching us

Rush in.

May 19, 2018

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