my hand strokes you gently
during those early morning hours
I think of your body singing over me
in deep bass tones
these moments should be enough
but they wake in me a need
to have you love me like you fuck me....
the problem is
you do not know my true self
or the depths of her heart
because she hides from you during waking hours.
you stretch and wake
and say good morning,
voice skipping along me like a perfect stone.
and I weep behind my smile....
for the girl I thought you saw...
for the girl who never was...
ahhhh, sweet one, beloved daydream.
thank you for everything...
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