He leans his head against the pillow
he let's his gaze trail lazily to the window
he's enjoying the breeze
he's enjoying this time down, to breathe
He props himself against the headboard
he laughs knowingly when I complain that I'm sore
he takes slow breaths like it's all he can afford
he knows he's being adored
He rolls his eye's and smirks at me
he takes this as his opportunity
he rolls on top of me
he kisses, he laughs, he moans loudly
He tugs on his tight black jeans
he runs his fingers along the seems
he tells me to wait in the comfort of the sheets
he says he'll make this easy, He leaves
He's on the phone again
he says my name like it means "amen"
he reminisces about our nights of passion
he has to hang up, he's with his friends.
YOU ARE READING
"In my Memories" Poetry for (#WATTY'S 2019)
PoetryMy Poetry I'm submitting for the poetry award in the 2019 Watty awards. This is all deeply personal to me, and I'm taking a step out of my comfort zone to share this with you. I hope you can connect to it, Come read my memories.
