From A Place Behind The Smile

After Hours

You call me when he is asleep.

To FaceTime once, you've had quite a bit to drink.

We talk a lot about life, and then I see it in your eyes.

That yearning you have. Those feelings for me.

I don't wanna be bad, but you touch something inside.

Never meeting in person, and yet we confide,

That feeling

That spark.

That primal need.

You say my name. I feel the passion in your voice.

We've both made our choice.

You dim the lights, and I can tell that your hands are wandering.

They make a connection.

Your mouth rounds in pleasure as you repeat my name.

I make sure I'm alone and I'm doing the same.

Breathing heavy. I can tell you're getting real close.

I can't hide the eagerness I've developed down low.

You bite your upper lip, trying to stifle the pleasure.

My face turns hot as we crescendo together.

Sweating and panting as if in each other's arms.

I love every secret second but not wanting to cause harm.

We talk a bit during g the clarity of the aftermath.

We both stifle yawns.

You're ready to pass out. And I'm laying there relaxed.

Sleep well, secret angel of the night.

We hang up, saying goodnight.

I'm smiling with delight as my eyelids come into sight..