I am careless in your bed -
it must be the crease in the mattress
where we always find ourselves
falling into one another.
Tell me, why would I just lay here
when I could have my tongue
trace across your skin?
I want to taste every part of you
So, let’s just get the job done.
There’s no time to waste -
I have to be home soon
for dinner with my family.
You kiss my shoulder
and work your way down from there -
your chapped lips scratching my skin,
my body twitching in anticipation.
Though, nothing good lasts for long,
and now the condom lays misshapen
on the floor - torn suddenly in two,
like our bodies taking opposite sides of the bed.
There will be no tears this time,
Only the sound of your voice in my head,
saying that this is your fault and yet
my body will suffer the consequence.