You have the broadest shoulders.
I love laying my head on them.
And resting my slightly open lips
on that quiet juncture of your neck.
You say it tickles and I smile.
Then kiss it again for fun.
I breathe your clean scent in,
Interlaced fingers and rough skin.
You idly run your hand through my hair,
Then rest it on my waist.
Our typical Tuesday dates.
The doorbell rings.
And my whole world shrinks
To desperation, guilt and panic.
For a moment I can't breathe.
You never seem to notice.
Honey, pizza's here.
You leave the room whistling.
Its been 8 months since I left him
But with you I still feel like I'm cheating.