He looks different since last time.
Perhaps you've forgotten,
preferring think of him
without a face
or even a name.
His kisses feel the same though.
Too much tongue-
you always forget how much he uses.
You take off your clothes like
a band-aid: all at once.
You wait
in naked patience
for him to catch up.
When he finally touches you
it is with passion, yes,
but not love-
you have felt enough of both
to know the difference.
Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 11:08 PM UTC
He looks different since last time.
Perhaps you've forgotten,
preferring think of him
without a face
or even a name.
His kisses feel the same though.
Too much tongue-
you always forget how much he uses.
You take off your clothes like
a band-aid: all at once.
You wait
in naked patience
for him to catch up.
When he finally touches you
it is with passion, yes,
but not love-
you have felt enough of both
to know the difference.
