I fell into a familiar habit
One that contained lustful actions,
Lustful speech…

“What my tongue would do if graced with your garden…”

I had a talk with a fallen angel
That’s what brought me back to this habit,
Lustful speech…

“I would guide your body the way it was intended…”

A woman I lost touch with,
Who had forgotten my name…
Forgotten my voice…Forgotten my looks…

“Looks like we both don’t have numbers saved…”

Intoxication brings the lust out of us all
Even when we find love
I asked to hear her speak.

“It’s not mysterious if i’m giving up voice…”
she said

Intoxicated, but she wasn’t clueless
As was I, slurring my words
Falling into this little game…

“I like to role play…”
she said

And so we played,
neither giving up who we were
Until she grew bored, and left me to dry

I whisper to myself…

“Until later… when we play our game… and fall into our lustful habit once again…