Reflection IV (Midnight Musings)
Soft skin should be touched,Just the way bellybuton rings should be played with.
Which,
Leads me to remember
How, indeed,
You would tickle my waist,
And how I would trace your delicate ring.
You fulfilled my desires,
Did I not yours?
Because now I'm holding my own hand when I fall asleep,
Waiting for you to walk in,
Your outline in the doorway for a moment,
Without a word crawling back in and laying next to me,
But every night you don't
Because you're not here.
At this point I don't know if you would,
Even if you were.
Because you don't wish for my hand when
You are lonely,
Do you?
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