The fog on windows
coming from the inside
I can’t quite
get her out of my mind.
This time yesterday
it was the silhouette
of her bare behind
walking over
to turn off the light.
I’m fucked,
totally tortured and drawn
I can’t quite
stop
loving her.
The music plays
loud and fast
I watch her bounce
the sound machine
calling out
for fingers to dig in
and it doesn’t hurt.
Pleasure pain
praying for more
down on broken knees
kissing her
looking up.
There she goes
her gentle tone
that kind
of kindness
kills me
each and every time.
The girl,
has truly saved me
I can’t quite
stop watching her
in that full-length mirror.
It’s only when
her silky smooth legs
are draped over the tub
I’m allowed
to reach in
and grab a handfuls
she’s affected
by whispering voices
hard and soft
that classic mixture
bringing her close
to the edge
she makes the water
extra hot
with the flick
of her perfectly
manicured toes.
This is our future
these drawn-out
love making
sessions.
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