I was lying face flat on the bed
sweat dripping along the curves of my body
Your fingers scratching away the memories from last night,
desperately trying to forget.
You greeted me as you pushed me against the wall of the elevator,
while planting the softest kiss
on my hungry lips.
My heart churned awake
Thunderstorms and hurricanes brewed in the pit of my belly.
You floated along,
careful to be with everyone
I replaced the desire of wanting you
with the bitter taste of vodka.
You laughed and tossed from side to side
messing our neatly arranged bed.
That afternoon, I found Orion the hunter on your back
Your perfume lingered on my neck
and I found myself inhaling the memories of you
I was way too comfortable
I was in trouble.
I’m sorry I didn’t seek comfort
from the warmth of your skin
I wish I was different, sometimes.
You had me at Hello.
– – – Extracts from a book I’ll never write – – –