I wake up with a sharp pain
in my gut or my soul. Neither of them matter.
Most likely it’s my blackened heart.
I reach over for a warm body to
shove into this empty hole, but you
are not there. The imprint of you still remains
on the striped pillowcase.
My eyes close as if I’m still lingering between sleep
and wakefulness.
Fingers tiptoe to where your warmth lies
and come only to find a pocket of void air
that you left behind from before.
Rolling over into my pillow, I shove my
Fingers into the dampness between my legs to get a taste
of what you’ve been missing. My body loosens
as my fingers quicken, imagining you filling me up,
losing your consciousness onto the back
of my neck.
As I plunge deeper inside, I feel you on top
of me putting all that you have left to give
into each thrust. Longer. Harder. And, then slow.
Cuming down into me as we begin to pant into each other.
I pull my hand from underneath the covers and
laughter forces itself out of my pussy as the
tears begin to stream down the side of my face and
onto your pillow. I imagine you there with your hand
still on my ass. I watch the animal in you slowly go
back to sleep and the humdrum of my lonely breath alone
lingers only alone without you.
Breathing a sigh of relief, I fall back asleep and wake up
full of sense.
Mindseyemama 