I’ve known where he goes. How could his longing be a secret? Especially when I see the hunger in his eyes when someone says your name. At last he understands how his Desire can be his ruin. Yet that knowledge means nothing when his mouth desires only to be filled by you.
I can only watch
his delight in licking lips
still sticky from you.Song Choice: Jolene by Dolly Parton
This poem was inspired by a prompt at Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads: Love Hurts.
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