(Written specifically for me)

Dear Blessing

Tell me why
You call me in my dreams 
Saying sweetnothings 
Soft murmurs in my ears n
Only to resent me when I wake.


Tell me why 
I smile when you invade my prayers
Offering sweet sin 
Slime soaking your thighs
Only to disappear when I wake

Tell me why 
I want to kneel at your feet
Rip off your jeans 
And worship with my tongue
From my heart and my soul.


Tell me why 
I know the dress to fit your curve
The color to wear under it 
A joke to make your day
But I missed when you called.


Tell me why 
If I have loved you 
And you ever loved me
We call each other friend 
And never share the weekends.

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