​Do not ask for me

I heard through the grapevine  That you’re around,  Available  And asking about me. My first response  Are the thoughts  Of when you held me tight  Whispering the things I wanted to hear. I think about  My hand In between your thighs  Hearing your gasps of pleasure,  The way  Your breathing intensifies  In anticipation  As I … Continue reading ​Do not ask for me