poems4-min

I was dreaming about

Another man

Wasn’t I, last night?

You liked hearing me moan for him,

Didn’t you…

At first I wondered

What do his kisses taste like?

How rough was his touch.

The weight of him on me

Grabbed at my breath,

With you

Still listening

Intently,

Careful.

Trying

Not to miss,

Even

The smallest,

Sound.

 

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