#learning with queue

[logic-is-a-construct]

You’ve taken over my dreams

I wake up each morning surprised to find no marks

And still feeling the ghost of your hands wrapped around my wrists

Every note you’ve taken used against me

I swear I can feel your lips at the pulse point on my throat

Your mark at every sensitive spot on my body

I wake up sure your curiosity has been sated but I’ve been left wanting

Chasing after your touch and your praise

I wonder if I’ll dream of you again