as i sleep next to you,
i wonder what you really think of me

at a certain moment, you love me
you tell me i'm beautiful, whilst your fingers form perfectly into the crevices of my body
you smile with content, as i wiggle into your arms and let out a sigh of resolution
you grab my hand, as we close our eyes and lie in perfect naked harmony

but when we wake up tomorrow morning, will you still feel happy?
will you call me back after the three-day-waiting-period that men think is not a suggestion, but a necessary precaution?
will you even think about me after i walk out your front door?

because i will think about your green eyes that looked at me with desire
i will yearn for your warm hands that comforted me when i needed them
i will look at my phone, wondering if i will get so lucky as to hear your voice

but something inside of me keeps telling me that this moment, this night is all i will get