so we lie in bed
and look at one another
but we don't see as much as we
desire to be seen
and we don't touch as much as we
desire to be touched
and we don't smell as much as we
desire to be smelled
and we don't listen as much as we
speak
i can feel you feeling me but you're not present,
you're feeling how it must feel
for me
to be felt
by you
so we close our eyes
and i breath wet heaviness into the ear of someone else
and you kiss the outside lips of her pussy
and i scratch my nails deep into your shoulder,
hoping to leave him long red marks.
it's a selfish form of lovemaking,
it's a lonely way to communicate
but it's honest,
and sometimes that's all we can give
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