You don't know what you want
We all piled on the bed
You were tired and I was tired, but Gods!
I couldn't sleep.
Even when we had the double to ourselves,
Sleeplessness prevailed.
As we lay on our sides,
Your arm around me,
We were two spoons,
Close as could be.
I rolled over at the insistence of your hand
Caressing my skin.
You wet my lips and invaded my mouth.
I pressed my length to yours.
But in the morning,
I must wake to greet another.
I curl up beside you,
With your arm around me,
Wondering what the future could bring.
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