Hand on the leg.
Fingers clasped behind the neck.
Kiss on the lips.
He grabs me by the hips.
And in the moment I forget the past.
I forget what he did
And I forget what he said.
I am not what I think I am.
I am not anything to him.
I should stop, just turn away my head.
But here I am...
Back in bed.
An irresistible force,
So hard for me to resist.
I say next time.
Next time.
Next time.
Again.
And then...
Him.
Of course.