It’s been some time since those times,
on your knees
at me feet
you consumed me.
I see you sometimes,
Sunday morning,
and I remember
those hours.
I can feel your mouth
take me inside
as my mind drifted.
I can remember those times
and I think I want it again
but I don’t know why.
I think of those moments
and I become harder
confused by these emotions.
I remember those times,
I sat in your living room,
that you sat me down
and now you act as though
it never occurred.
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