- Erotic Poetry
- Cold and intimate
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It is 1 am
I am in your house
Sitting on the couch
As you sleep in that bed
The bed where you made me bleed
The hard fucking I received
But I clearly feel
Incomplete
Even with your cum inside me
Bereft of the feelings
I should have for you
With your bites stinging
Just how I like
But the lasting ache is only
That I feel empty
There’s you
Wanting my panties off again
Reaching out to touch me
Pinching my nipples
Grabbing my ass
Stroking my skin
Giving me my kisses
Wanting me on my back
On my side
On my stomach is best
Our favorite for you to finish
Any contact
To feel connected
You finger me
Before we fuck again
And I think of the possibility of
Any other one than you
Better than you
Nicer
More than you
To have done this with
Someone old, someone new
A hope of more than just an exchange of orgasms
We both show little by little
How this is just useful
And not wanting
Just convenient
But no needing
That another might be...
But we’re here aren’t we?
I am just sitting here
Inside your house
Alone
As you sleep in your bed
And I lay back down
And spoon myself against you
