Saturday, August 18, 2012

2:59 am


It's 2:59 am few seconds from 3 am
I find myself staring at your number
Written on a crumbled up piece paper
Buried deep in my pocket...
I wonder if you’re sleeping, maybe you’re wide-awake
Making love to him but whispering my name
Seeing my face and feeling my body
These late night fantasies are taking over
Possibly even replacing thoughts of my present love
Damn
Only five minutes have passed but I find myself staring at the clock
Slowly time creeps by
My heart beats fast and my breathing gets heavy
It's now 3:07 am
I can’t take this anymore
………..I’m calling you
Right before I dial the last number
My Galaxy S 3 rings
It's you
Sounding sexy
Soft voice
Filled with the same enthusiasm as myself
3:10 am
I'm wondering do you miss me
You wish I were there?
We continue making small talk
Both trying to get to the point
Avoiding our purpose
Making it even more interesting
3:15 am
I’m undressing you
Slowly
Whispering sweet nothings
Hearing your soft moans
Makes it well worth the wait
Knowing I can please you better than he can
Not in a rush
Giving you descriptions
Of soft touches
Silk sheets and burning candles
Tell me your desires...
You want me to kiss what?
Lick where?
Sure baby it’s about you
Your fantasies
Your demands...
I can hear your background change
Your breathing changes
I can hear noises
You got music playing
Anyway back to the moment
I’m not touching you, but is this cheating?
By 3:25 am I wish you were here
We have to do this!
Lately you said it’s been hard to get away
By the moaning on the other end
I can tell you’re playing with passion
Don’t stop until you explode
My soldier is at full attention
Waiting for your commands
Marching back and forth
3:50 am
Did you cum?
How do you feel?
Can we have more than this?
Can I touch you with my hands and not just my words?
These fantasies are they possible?
4:00 am
Confession
I want you in my arms, not in my dreams
Laying in my bed...
Wearing what you came into the world with
I want to explore your body
Giving you kisses from head to toe
Not missing a spot
Come on be selfish
I want it to be all about you
Your feelings
Your pleasure
Closed eyes
Music playing that probably caused our existence
Not in a rush
Nothing extra
Just me... You
Your passion and my soldier
4:21am
A knock at the door
Disrupts my thoughts
It’s you








1 comment:

  1. This is great, your words really draw the reader in! Great work!!

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