Our minds at night

Pillow talk.

When night falls we talk. Talk about love. What we would do if we were to be in somebody else's body. What we do when we are next to somebodies body.

Heads heavy on pillows that are laced with dreams and nightmares. Dreams of romance and desire, nightmares that contain days and nights full of people telling you that you are not worthy of love.

Men in your sheets kissing you softly nights like this you will remember as they are now embedded and weaved with the cotton in your pillow cases. Is this love? Or is this one of those many people that tell you, you are incapable of this word. This feeling. The longing of love is one that you desire. You crave it.

You crave the touch of another persons fingers on your thighs, waist and breasts. But only on the nights that you are lonely and longing for another persons touch to burn into your skin. We talk about the future yet neither of us are listening. We talk about the past as if we want it to now be the present. This pillow talk is keeping us awake.