It's 1:06 in the F*****g Morning

You're fast asleep and I just cannot stop thinking.

It's 1:06 in the morning.

I'm up thinkin.

Thinkng about how you had me moaning

and trembling as you touched me while the cars drove by.

It's 1:08 in the morning.

I'm thinking about how you were sore.

But not sore enough.

Thinking about how poems can make that two days

Of self hate after sex go away.

It's 1:10 in the morning.

I'm thinking about how you still kissed me.

You still kissed me like my lips were sweet,

Sweet like honey.

And your tongue danced around my lips

With your ever so soft kiss.

Its my drug and gives me shivering fits.

It's 1:12 in the morning.

I'm thinking that I'm scared of what comes next.

Will you be there?

Or will you have left?

Because my mind's still racing,

My inner most secret's still aching,

And my thighs are still shaking.

It's 1:14 in the morning.

I'm still up wondering.

Wondering if it's a combonation of infatuation and lust

Or fear and love.

And I'm still tripping.

Oh, my sanity's slipping.

And all I can focous on is how my nail polish is chipping.

It's 1:16 in the morning.

You're off to bed with

Hopefully me in your head

And I'm still up thinking about the dead,

my hips being stained, and scared a scarlet red,

how the stray cat outside's crying because he hasn't been fed,

how plainly each emotion of mine you read,

And that I need to just shut the f**k up and

Get out of my own head,

Go the f**k back to bed,

And sleep.

Sleep as if I were dead.

It's 1:18 in the f*****g morning.

Reviews

[Jade-UH]

Yay! Love it. That's my cousin. ^_^