If my stomach twists at the thought of them kissing you

Even if i won't be kissing you again?

It doesn't mean i don't want to

I'd be a fool to not want you in my bed

In my heart

Twirling your hair and smothering you in gentle kisses

Gentler than I've ever been with myself

I wasn't gentle that night

Rough thrusts and knots

Upon your request not mine

Because I would do anything to please you

And when I felt the heat emanating off the both of us

And the sticky wetness that embalmed our skin

I felt holier than I've ever been

We're too similar you and I

Because I know you're on the other side of the world

Writing poems similar to mine

It twists my gut wrenches my heart

To think of you a pen in hand