Endless End This

Another one bites the dust ....

She at least smells better than the last occupier of the left side of the bed!

She smells of lilacs and hopefulness.

How do I convey that she can’t stay and I desire peace after she’s given pieces of her soul?

Why do I humanize and strategize escapes from this reality of bliss that was a naked gift just moments ago?

Her kisses were delicious and her salty caramel frame taste of popcorn salt from the theater of my mind! She’s planted roots in unsoiled soil that has zero chances of growth but great strokes and coming attractions of nothing! The second round was bound to make her pass out and stay and yet she’s no ordinary mattress actress but there’s still something missing!

There’s a hole inside of me way too big to be filled so I fill my evenings with feelings of lust trapped in prophylactic distractions but why must I be so protective of me?

Another one bites the dust as I gently tap her awake and she smiles the biggest beautiful smile that could compete with sun rays! Her chocolate melanin glistens from the oil of our copulations and energy exchanges as she asks ... “Baby do you want more?”