It was a good color she afforded me, and a warmth spreading like a cool champagne- And I was flushed and pretty with no makeup on. And you were on my mind as soon as she was gone (was he, was he, was. he?).
It was a strange picture I’d imagined thee, and a strange emptiness in what I would see- And you were hot and sweaty and the lights were off Maybe I’m on your mind even when I am gone (may I, may I ask?).
It was a sensation unlike what I would see; we’re breathing hard and fast our holdbacks limiting- a kind of sweet tension, unexpectedly, and how your hands are places I had hoped they would be (and details, they evade me.)
I felt no shame. To God I pray- will the light of day make me feel worse about what I’d do?