PLATONIC Your lack of knowledge makes me smile, As we share a glass of wine, You tell me of your working week, And I tell you of mine. We start a second bottle, You reach across and take my hand, You tease me about being single, And I know you’ll never understand. We walk along the river, As the sun begins to set, You tell me all about him, The latest lover that you’ve met. You blow me kisses from the platform, I take my seat upon the train, I keep smiling as the train moves, But my nightmares start again. You lean with your back against him. Your eyes are closed as he gently kisses your neck and ears. You have you eyes closed and your head is turned slightly to one side. He gently massages your breast over your blouse. You turn your head a little further and he kisses your lips briefly and you tilt your head back and reach behind you and grab his hips. His hand moves downwards over your stomach and your lips part and I see you gasp. His hand plays with the top button of your jeans before he casually flicks it open. His hand moves lower and meets with three different types of silk. Your skin, silk. Your underwear, silk. Your intimate hair, silk. Your lack of knowledge makes me smile, Is my friendship just a fake? In my dream your heart is racing, Whereas mine can only break.
Posted on: Mon, 04 Nov 2013 19:51:33 +0000
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