I wake to a landscape littered with last night's clothes, fists made of dirty socks lie on the floor where I abandoned them, or with plans to love making I did not have, wish I had, dream like memory of which I might have done if she had felt brave enough to join me, the mingling of her clothes and mine on the bed or floor, so erotic I wake up truly motivated without a means to resolve the issue, save what I could do for myself, iwake up to a desert where the legs of my jeans pose has as cactus, indication of swelling rises between the legs, if only I could have her here to undress her, Piece by piece, to fill the space between bedroom door and bed with our shedded garments, each piece making love to each other, while i still feel here, alone in the desert of my desire, undergarments stand with proof of our passion, my shirt cast over her blouse with arms wrapped around, I feel it even when she is not here and won't ever be, that even those pieces she cast off the men she passed off me
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