I’m not the kind of girl who stays the night
She says

I know
You say

But what else do you say when,
Her legs are twisted into yours
Her hands linger in yours
Her breath stalls,
moist on your chest.

She gets up
and finds Her clothes one
By
One.

But you didn’t know the dress
could be as **** as the strip.
And clothes are off again,
And She melts back into,
Your…
Everything.

You cant conn forever
Eventually, She finds her way
Out of touch
And You sit,
And lay,
And sleep.

You still like choking, don’t you?
You had almost forgotten
and play into her kink,
she is not the same girl.

You left the girl who doesn’t stay
Here, you placate your desire
for something that isn’t yours.

she moans,
she bends,
she comes,
You don’t.

she stays the night,
and you wish she didn’t.