i wonder if you can hear it
echos of my heart
beating in the darkness
illuminated only by the
blades of moon light
as clouds float away
i can hear it
your soft voice
pouring forth from
the pillows piled beside
me
there is nothing there
when my hands
they reach out for
your soft flesh
i wonder if you can feel it
my nails as they trace
the small of your
back
and the depths
of slick womanhood
the taste is wonderful
sweeter than maple
your juices coat my tongue
and fill me
if wonder if you can still
taste the salt of my skin
lingering in your mouth
do you miss it there
close enough to taste
is it disturbing
in the morning when
you wake and see
someone else laying there
you know, what
it sickens me
to wake to sunlight
contented and refeshed
with out you
laying here beside me
~Zehaeva
U Penn Off the Beat - Lean On Me