dim the lights, softly stroking the thought
of him and I under the sheets
entangled in one another..

sheets satin red, like blood red lips, kissing on a Sunday morning.
shades of light hit the right corners of his body, tempting me to touch.
I need; him to understand this isn't just a love affair, that's it..

it's just an affair, of the sorts. as you will know he lives deep within my weary soul.

I daydream of the times we've woken up next to each other
as I lay there pondering my next move, I'm violently awaken by screams..

it's a just Sunday morning.. nightmare..