Lover

I only dream of him in waking
the way his mouth felt on mine
as he buried into me
how tight he would cling
hard and desperate until he was done
and I can feel the way he kissed me
all of the places his tongue would go
so that, when he asks again
there's no question of my denial
I tell myself it doesn't matter
that it seems there's no room in his heart for me
but I never listen
it seems so unfair.. all the time I waste
thinking and dreaming of him
when yearning for me is not
something he could do..
the fierce and eager
but always careful not to be too tender
boy of my waking dreams
who always leaves me when he's come

go back

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© Honey Laura Clark