he tries his best to please me
but i am always hungry, always
looking over his shoulder always
wanting more.
he stares at me with such intensity
that in the right light, i could combust
but is it love thats burning into me
from his retinas or something worse.
and when he is quiet i pull him into me
and when he says he loves me, i push
away.
i take him into my mouth to keep
from having to say another thing
i don't mean and he loves me he loves
me, i

love the silence, love his heavy breathing,
love not having to think about anything
except yes, he is about to finish and yes,

i do intend to swallow this

and only this
but please no more words, no more heartfelt
sentiment, no more I Love You's because
i do but then i don't but then i do again.
he loves me
he loves me

he loves me

but i only love what i can do to him.

04/16/2004

Author's Note: somethin' like that

Posted on 04/17/2004
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