Stone

Your elbows bend and tense up as you hold yourself over me.

 

You search for a place where your lips will make me tingle, and you succeed. Kissing just below my belly button. You hesitate to drift further down, but I push you there. And on the dimmly lit living room floor you call your bed, I see a fortress, locking you in. I can come and go as I please, but you are trapped here in a whirlwind of debt and depression. From old flames, but there are faint flickers of hope that things will turn out for the better, but your stuck deep in the rain clouds of yesterday.

 

I try to open the doors and let in the light, I try to make pleasure sing forth a new vibration. A new beginning, but the past is present for you and I am just a stone in your path.