I need to know, if he lets you take control.
If during the darkest, quietest nights,
he moans your name into your mouth,
and he allows himself to crawl for you,
to die for you, a hundred different times.
If he is willing to push his dominance aside,
if he is willing to give up body and mind,
just to keep you satisfied.
If he gives you proof of your devotion,
by later making you tremble against the cushions,
while burying himself in you, in any way you desire.
If he makes the room grow wider,
and the lights around shine brighter;
if he makes your spirit lively,
and in these moments, treats you kindly.
I need to know as well, if the love we shared was real,
or an obscure tryst, clouded by the mist
of uncertainty, infidelity, and dishonesty.
I need to know if you wanted it to last,
or if for you, it was only a momentary bliss.
A peek into the abyss, you'd never jump into.
And do you see us coming back?
Is it now too late to ask?
Was there a chance I missed?
Were we doomed from the start?
I just want to sleep tonight,
so please let me know that.
