Not mine in sleep,
In depths too deep.
He smiles closed eye,
with stretching love,
hand down covered chest,
unseen like dream,
under cover protected.
Back to me now,
in horizontal bow.
Mirrored actions,
from dream to me,
moaning to be free,
from sleep breathing shallow,
but still tightly under.
He doesn't smile like that at me.
Who does he see,
when he is with dream,
wandering through endless.
Fighting off monsters,
fucking relentless.
It is the redhead-
slut of his dream,
demon of mine.
Voice betrayed.
You said her name,
in lustful wont.
You're fucking her.
You're fucking her?
breathing her name,
as sleep becomes distant,
dream moves away.
He looks my way,
and clambers on top.
007 him has more skill
more attractive women
but I will do, oh, already the spill,
sticky and wet,
not broken a sweat.
She laughs behind
my unseeing eyes,
licking his love off her fingers.
She has him every night now,
like he has her most mornings.
Instead of me.