I’ve got THC in my lungs
and Hennessy in my heart.
My eyes are wet from wondering if tonight will be our last.
I like it best this way.
I cling to you - a sign that I’m weary.
I kiss you, as if the moments to come will plant us a world apart.
You ask me what’s wrong,
and I respond by stripping down to skin.
Now is not the time to talk.
I close my eyes and whimper as you have your way with me.
You fuck me like you already miss me.
You make love to me like you care.
I grow closer towards my climax as you pick up the pace.
You’re hurting me, but pain is passion after all.
My eyes search yours, and before I open my mouth,
“I love you” filters into my ears.
My lips part in awe,
and in a fraction of a second, my hands are caressing your face
as your kisses smother my cries.
I’m hungry for you.
For the first time ever, you fill me up as you finish,
and a pool of pleasure collects underneath me.
You collapse onto me and your body rests on top of mine.
I savor this newfound splendor,
knowing that we were always a game of risks.
Yet I remain silent as reality sets in.
This is no happy ending, this is a goodbye.
written August 11, 2016.