at the risk of being weird I want to ask you to **** me Even though it is only 5am. 6am comes…and I do not And you are still asleep And I would like to be If my ****** wasn’t aching like an empty stomach throbbing like a sore tooth. Spooning is sweet but I want go get out of the cutlery drawer. It is 7:28 and you have rolled away from me And I can’t help but wonder if having Me in your bed is no more than a child holding a bear in his sleep. But stuffed bears can’t feel insecurity. The women of your past have been beautiful and immaculate (I saw the **** picture one sent you before we went to sleep-- instagram filters can't even make me look that good) like stone Venuses, lovely despite the fact that they were made from **** foam. And I am neither immaculate or made of stone as you well know since you have put your hand on my stomach so many times. And I do not want to be needy but I can’t help but think that The reason you are away from me asleep at 7:35 Is that the ghosts of these models that haunt you look nothing like me.