5 more minutes

Getting lost under the sheets,
Drowning within a safe embrace,
I whisper words only his soul would hear…
    quiet enough to keep his head resting comfortably…
                 breathing contentedly upon my chest.

the words i write just comes and goes. and this was last night.

“Roxanne, you don’t have to put on the red light…I won’t share you with another boy” then Sting sings these lines to me. and i sing back with the appropriate nouns.