i'm trying to remember your body
on mine
as i
was pinned to the floor...
but you're as heavy as a bed sheet..
i'm trying to remember your lips
on mine
and the roughness
of your facial hair.
i'm trying to remember the way
your lips tasted
was it strawberry or mint?
i forget the feeling of your hand in mine
as i try to remember the
coconut smell of your hair.
i forget the way your voice sounds when
you whisper in my ear
and the soft quiet
moans you made with the last few thrusts
of our
almost but not really fucking.
i wish i let you fuck me sometimes
i wish i fucked you sometimes....
I'm trying to remember you
after i've spent all this damn time begging to forget you
YOU ARE READING
The future has already past
PoetryWhile my mind urges me to write something more than I think I can be myself, I sit in my bed the light dimmed and music playing in the background trying to figure out why It's in this book that I will write more. I'm not even sure it matters. I'm...
