It's the faint glow of light
warmly caressing your cheek.

Your eyes meet mine, your finger
traces slow lines along my skin.
Unabashed hunger consumes me.

Lips find their place around smooth *******,
your tongue draws down the contours of my body,
searching,
wanting,
devouring its awaiting prize.

I can see..
I can feel your throbbing desire.
The grip of my hands around your hair,
gently tugging, needing your mouth to mine.
The sudden transition into one.

Lost in a tangle of your arms,
your sweat,
your hungry, deep thrusts.

I am yours.

it is happening less and less
nights where I can't help but miss
you're irresistible indifference

darling, you're undeniably vile
in the way you knowingly slap
a sheepish smile onto my face

how dare you carelessly caress my neck
some futile attempt to ******
after you've duped me?

no

I see only a lonely puppeteer
dangling all his past lovers in view