Just promise me you won’t be cruel
When the time comes to sever these threads
You won’t turn us to shreds.
I look at your face as I lie on your chest
And hope for the best.
But I’ve done this before
And the cut was pure gore, sore.
Please. Please. No more.
So be gentle as you are now
When you lick my leg
Make me beg.
Promise that when you no longer long for this touch
That when I don’t mean much
Or nothing.
Just promise you’ll be kind.
And I promise I won’t linger
I won’t be a loser
If I have proper closure.
(c) Slumpless
Originally posted Sept 2017
