Moans In The Morning

Moans in the Morning

No one ever Minds

I hear it through the walls

It could be stretching or a blessing

when couples combine

Scrape the sides of the pan

Clear me of debris, just like that

Wait!!

Scoot Over to Me

Heart wrenching purposes

Selfish Early Hours

Pussy pulsating memories

No bouquet of flowers

I could always tell

if you're into me

We’re playing with symphonies

receiving no sympathy

whenever you enter me

This is a sin to me

but somehow I’m still the centerpiece

I run to the fridge

just for the Simply!

He's no minute man

she’s no Minute Maid

so leave your messages after the tone

the last message is usually long

Let’s start over…

like does this man love his daughter

her version of self love, self slaughter

like does she even ponder

a morning without moaning

a morning of sonder

a morning to wander

where she exists without being wanted

intentional breathing…

I appreciate your essence

I appreciate your season

I get isolated, jealous

I don’t have a reason

She be in her mood

Polymer! for the plates

fake smile for a while, no dinner dates

He eats all his food

she loves a buffet breakfast

potluck, bring your favorites

a couples banjo

here,come play this

Strum the pain

help them moan

don’t interrupt

they’re in the zone

no time to pay a student loan

or time for an ice cream cone

I guess that’s what the mornings are for…

preventing a couple

from ever leaving their door

IF YOU MADE IT THIS FAR🩵Thanks for reading!

I don’t think intimacy always means connection.

I think sometimes it just means… access.

And routine can make anything feel normal

even when it’s not fulfilling.

Some people don’t leave because nothing is wrong enough

…but nothing is right either.

If you’re reading this…Be honest,

Have you ever been in something that felt real in the moment…

but empty when you stepped back?

Let me know if you like pieces like this + deeper thoughts?💭

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