The room is empty but not vacant.
She is curled,
a density without
Weight

When the ring comes,
It is felt by
a thread that tried at
Something else

In the empty
that something else...
Tugs

Your call is a reminder
Of how we moved

But you can’t pull the weightless

Don’t you see?
When we moved
You moved something foreign.

I’m not the kind of girl who stays the night
She says

I know
You say

But what else do you say when,
Her legs are twisted into yours
Her hands linger in yours
Her breath stalls,
moist on your chest.

She gets up
and finds Her clothes one
By
One.

But you didn’t know the dress
could be as **** as the strip.
And clothes are off again,
And She melts back into,
Your…
Everything.

You cant conn forever
Eventually, She finds her way
Out of touch
And You sit,
And lay,
And sleep.

You still like choking, don’t you?
You had almost forgotten
and play into her kink,
she is not the same girl.

You left the girl who doesn’t stay
Here, you placate your desire
for something that isn’t yours.

she moans,
she bends,
she comes,
You don’t.

she stays the night,
and you wish she didn’t.

The words come
In places that you’ve saturated
With people that saturate you

They say that when words come
One should have paper handy
To scribble madly

But the words come
In cherished moments
Where time can’t afford loss

So the words go
To them
To her

To heart

Find them there
When pen meets paper
Because

When words go
More will follow.