One Night. 2015.

I’m not asking for much,
just the feel of skin on mine.
I don’t want your heart,
Hell, I won’t ask for a last name.
Give me fingers brushing along my spine,
Tangling in my hair as your lips caress the
most sensitive part of me.
Give me arms around my waist,
crushing my breasts into your chest as
we ride wave after wave.

I’m not asking for much
just the feel of your skin on mine.
I don’t need your heart,
Just a name to scream into the darkness.
Make me feel like I’m more than a fuck,
even when that is all I want to be,
all I can be for you.
Make me forget that I’m alone
that tomorrow my bed will be cold
when I wake up to empty sheets.

-P.E

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