fell asleep
with your voice
in my ear
after coaxing me to
higher and higher
peaks of pleasure
my voice loud
even to my own ears
as I fell
from those towers of passion

Don't worry,
you tell me,
just rest now
I'll fill you again
in the morning
before you go to work

Only as always
when I wake
the bed is empty

And there, there in
subtle mockery of
what I don't have...

a picture of you
a certain portion of your
anatomy
for me to salivate over
for only the few
brief seconds
before I must
rush out the door
helplessly

Fire burns.

10/03/2007

Posted on 10/20/2007
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