to fuck me
when we've both had
too much
and start babbling
stupid shit
which gets
misinterpreted
either way.
i can ignore
the idea
of your cock
pleasing
other women
if you can
forgive me
the jump in number
of sheets i've left
a little less than
damp recently.
i miss your taste
of wine and whiskey,
i miss the hair
on your chest.
i went for a swim yesterday
and couldn't keep
your imagined hands
off
of
me.
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