Him

by Tabetha King   Apr 22, 2023


He invades that warm spot in the back of my throat,
That spot excites me and forces me to feel the comfort I dont completely allow to feel for him,

I roll over his name in my mind over and over and over again,

Then when I speak to him, I remember how much I have thought about him,
What I have exactly thought and I cower under his gaze,
I make myself believe he knows what I have thought,

But he barely knows my name.

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