Don’t think
For one moment
That you aren’t buried
Far too deep
Within my heart
That a day
(Hour… Minute… Second)
Goes by
That I don’t think
About you
Don’t think
That I don’t whisper
Your name
Before I sleep
And in my dreams
That your name
Doesn’t slip past
My wicked lips
My hungry tongue
Or broken heart
Don’t think
That I don’t ache
To make you mine
Heart, body
And soul
That I don’t crave
To bend your flesh
Make you scream
Thrash and moan
As I fuck you numb
The sigh that becomes a moan. An invitation to come home.
this is stunning.