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