You lay there unclothed, skin blemished by freckles, your curls wet with sweat hang down across your smug face. You kill me with that smirk, looking at me like you know what I am thinking, I’m exposed, an open book for only you to read and then you stab me. Your mouth turning up at either side piercing me like a thousand tiny shards of glass. That look in your eyes makes me feel powerless, I know what is coming. You turn away pulling the sheets over your glowing shoulder blades that I long to kiss so much, beaded with perspiration. Oh the salty taste of your skin. That sheet may as well be a giant steel wall, you are done with me now. I lay quietly alone with my thoughts, my guilt and I pray for my sin to come again
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