Mangled

Still happier at night

To find your shapes lingering

Still filling her for a time

Mingling with hers

The memory of your soft cock against her cheek like a friend

Like an old teddy bear

Fingers trapped in your chest hair

Moving with her breath like tiny blown spiders

Your hands don't grip enough to keep her

And she slips into reverie by counting the number of birth marks on your neck

Sinking in like ellipses as if to always ask what next?