He came today, to claim his place, his hands clutching me just right,
And his fingers tracing the back of my spine,
His lips on my nape, where I once got a tattoo made,
His breath in my wet mane, gushing down my neck.
I held him close too, and closer to my heart,
Trying to leave my fingerprints, not on his body,
But somewhere on his heart,
I lean down to gaze into his eyes, with all my love,
Which I know will never be enough.
You won’t believe, if I tell you, it felt like forever,
The 2 hours of his weekend that I got,
You will say that, I am crazy,
It’s not love, it’s not morally correct, and is probably just lust,
But I let him come today, to claim his place,
With the hopeless thinking, that maybe, just maybe, he will stay.