I felt a hand caress my dick and woke only to find you were not there
then it hit me that you hadn't been in quite some time
and I had fallen asleep on top of my covers holding myself
probably dreaming of your touch and the past sessions of comfort its brought
and like so many nights to put my mind and body at rest
I will find that comfort with the familiar curve of my right hand and help from KY
and its after I've emptied my body of all that's left of me
that I will climb under my covers and find sweet slumber
and dream, dream really big
and these ones won't include you
I've adapted to your absence
and have learned to put myself to bed
I'm away Dreaming Big
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built for relationship,
and only finding comfort
in the familiarity of one's own flesh,
reminds me of loneliness:
an echoing silence,
occasionally filled with self induced moans
and crumpled sheets.
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