Hot Heat

Hot Heat

 

Under the sheets

feverish flavor of filth

burning holes in all the right places

Sweat dripping, cooling the burn

 

not coming

but I'm not going

 

when i'm with you sometimes I close my eyes and imagine what it would be like if you touched me

 

here....

or here.

 

my breath quickens

and I can't look at you anymore

 

I'm ashamed and amazed

I only dream the thoughts and I'm tortured by pleasure

 

I wish it were real

if only you wanted me like you used to

 

unfortunate circumstances