All night last night - with Betty

I catch your gaze in    
the store front reflection    
and you're so beautiful    
I falter, stumble    
my insides temporarily    
made of butterflies    
that want to collapse    
and fall into your body    
somewhere quiet    
where I can learn    
the language of your moans    
against my skin    
   
We didn’t sleep    
all night    
last night    
   
I pressed thighs    
together and ran the tip    
of my hair over my lips,    
as I checked email and    
and wished I was    
still painting your body    
with mine like I did    
   
all night    
last night    
   
when he bottom of my hair    
was soaked in your    
fuck juice as I inhaled    
your pussy,  
the taste of you    
still lingers on my tongue    
so much my morning coffee    
can't erase erase it  
   
I want to fuck myself    
with thoughts    
of you    
but now isn't the right time    
or place    
for wet panties    
that ache for the flick    
of your tongue    
the urgency of your fingers    
that reflected my own    
as I teased ever inch    
of your cunt    
your body trembling over    
me    
   
all night    
last night    
   
I bite the edge    
of the coffee cup as I fail    
desire’s pop-quiz and    
feel wet heat    
between my thighs  
daydreaming about    
tasting the way  we    
full-body fucked    
   
all night    
last night    
   
and I wasn’t going to  
use myself this time  
but the way you held    
your breath    
as your thighs quivered    
fucked my lies up  
too bad to tell the truth  
   
because after all night  
last night  
   
You left my bed    
pulled on a sundress    
and we gave a  
casual sex goodbye  
with vague  
hints that we’d do    
each other  
again some day  
   
Though that's not    
what I really want    
   
I want to message you    
an up skirt shot of me    
at my desk    
along with the lines    
this could be yours again    
tonight  
   
Fuck lunch break    
I can't wait that long    
and I bruise my lips    
with my teeth    
as I fuck myself    
in the bathroom at 10am    
to the memory of your tongue    
and try not to moan    
into the wall    
   
And I wish I could make    
all night last night    
every night