I imagine your hands as he undresses me,
strips me to nothing, and as I lay down
I can see your hazel eyes staring into mine
I memorize the planes of your face
and as he starts to move inside me,
calling my name, I can hear your voice
gasp and drag and thrust and suck
and you are there, above all else
you are what he wishes to be,
the most important thing in my life,
the thing that elicits the most pleasure
you are the be-all, end-all source
of happiness, the only part that I have left
as he finishes, rolls to the side
his body closes up, his hands that were roaming
now lie like dead things at his side
tears begin to flow, rivers underneath me
and I begin to wish for you, calling out your name
Come back to me if you can
About the Creator
Eugena Lewis
I'm twenty-five years old. Reading and writing are my passion and I want to share that passion with others.
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