One of your Girls

At first
It was
A thing
A fling
One and done
Once or twice
Keep it nice….
Before the feels
Come creeping in.

And now fevers
Plague my bed
Thoughts of you
Crowd my head
My hands on you
While your cock slides through
Filling me
With what I need
Until the night
Bleeds away into lonely
Oblivion  

When you leave…
Melancholy and silence
Spreads into the spaces
That you filled.
You will never be mine
Not even for-
The briefest of time…..
It’s just me
With my fevers
And the feelings
We never wanted.

Be kind.  
I know you don’t love me.
And I know,
That what I offer
Is superfluous.  
As normal and as mundane  
As a cold winter day.