i think of you late at night,
in between grasps and gasps
of thighs that are beneath me
and they held me tight, secure
until the still of your reflections
are blurred by the orgastic current
and i sat still as a stone,
unturned
to the revelries of you
to a memory bygone
and i close my eyes
to a tomorrow where you don’t belong
Jan 18, 2019
Jan 18, 2019 at 5:03 AM UTC
i think of you late at night,
in between grasps and gasps
of thighs that are beneath me
and they held me tight, secure
until the still of your reflections
are blurred by the orgastic current
and i sat still as a stone,
unturned
to the revelries of you
to a memory bygone
and i close my eyes
to a tomorrow where you don’t belong
