I hold you, but your hands remind me of Jack's.
I kiss your lips and they are Roy's soft lips.
Your eyes sky blue, exactly Sam's.
When you pound me roughly and mercilessly, I think of Daniel
unlike Paul, who rams softly into me with precision, as he fills my insides completely.
In these moments, I take you while anticipating the next man.
I'm not a whore.
I'm just spreading the honeyed Good news down there.
© *akelaahwrites*
Edited by: *torella*
