Her pale skin glowed in the light from my monitor
and I wanted nothing more
than to dig myself down inside her,
hold her close, and feel her murmur.
I felt her grow wetter under my touch,
and the things I wanted to do
had nothing to do
with who we were in the daylight.
I didn’t want to fuck her;
I wanted to make love to her,
again, and again, and again.