Sometimes

Sometimes I think of you and wonder if it were ever true.

Sometimes I fool myself that you cared more than just the fuck I was.

Sometimes I long for your black-hole tongue to delve into my universe, taste my own heaven as I come.

Sometimes I yearn to shout your name aloud when lips are pursed around my clit.

Sometimes I feel you slide inside when I dream of our carefree nights of sin.

Sometimes I believe I’ll wait for you. My pleasure found, but never sought.

Sometimes I want to wash you away, but you’re an indelible stain on my heart.

 

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