Ntnglmnts. August 2020.

 

With the scent of your essence still on my lips

And your hips freshly embedded by my handprints

I wonder if there’ll ever be more to this

Than this

We crave more from this life

You crave more than lying up

I crave more than your lies

But here we are

Stagnant

Staying here til the dawn arrives

Or before your husband does

Whatever comes first

I mean.. you always do

But in due time

Something falls in the face of lust

Whether trust or your lingerie

Needless to say

We’re too old to be toxic

But we’re committed to these toxins

That take us to familiar places

Occupying familiar spaces

Your bed or my head

We always leave without a word

We’ve said all we need to say

In sheets where our conversations occur

 

- TG3