Sometimes
When I look at pictures of you
I get jealous of all the people you like.
The moments I thought were special:
When I knelt on your hair,
The moment your pants came off,
The moment mine came off,
The moment you came,
When the blood started to flow,
When your screams reached high-pitched status
When you came the second time,
Your border collie barking from downstairs,
The loud aggressive creaking,
The third time you came,
The several hours of all the above,
Getting progressively more aggressive
And increasingly louder.
When I look at pictures of you
I think about those moments I thought were special