She comes here,
consumes nothing,
offers all
but what I desire.
Folds my laundry,
teaches me Thai,
goes down on me.
Massages my shoulders
to tempt sleep
in restless sheets.
But I cannot write
a lullaby
with her sleeping soundly,
like a lie,
by my side.
Jan 17, 2017
Jan 17, 2017 at 10:54 AM UTC
She comes here,
consumes nothing,
offers all
but what I desire.
Folds my laundry,
teaches me Thai,
goes down on me.
Massages my shoulders
to tempt sleep
in restless sheets.
But I cannot write
a lullaby
with her sleeping soundly,
like a lie,
by my side.
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