Looking for release.

i doubt he’ll ever find it in himself

to read my words again

i wish I could tell him how sorry i am for

hurting him

falling for him

leaving him

pushing him out

and trying to pull him back in.

i can’t help it, he lingers my mind

while I try to unwind.

my only release is with the thought of you,

wishing I could’ve taken my time.

sexual tension is through the toof,

no way of satisfying my craving

because we both know the truth.

if he ever needs some loving on the side,

I’ll be the first one to let him inside.

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