WHEN TIME KNOCKS

She doesn’t know, does she?

Does she know
That everytime you get drunk
And are about to trip
I have been the backbone
To most of your inner conversations

Does she?

Does she know
That your eyes dilate
Whenever I visit
In a trench coat only
Butt holstered all up
Underneath a silver velvet lingerie

Does she?

Does she know
That you lock the door behind
Throw your keys away
Swoop me in your arms
And tread towards the sleigh bed

Does she?

Does she know
That you hold your breath
Whenever your tongue
Is exploring the edges of my teeth
And your saliva diluting mine

Does she?

Does she know
That you are a beggar
When my body hits the sheets,
Lusting to caress my hips
While drooling on my thick thighs

Does she?

Does she know
That your rough palms
Cups my breasts perfectly
And your massages
Send frissons all over my body,

Does she?

Does she know
That you have mastered a sweet sound
Whenever you are about to come
Where your eyes are halfway closed
And your head thrust backwards,

Does she?

Does she know
That you roll over breathing heavily
Whenever you get exhausted
Cuff my hand to yours
And whisper your day’s activity
In the mid-air

Does she?

~el_kenia