Slumpless

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