Schlick Poem by Clarisse Sobiono

The way the artificial light strikes my bed
And the sound from outside fills my head
I see your face above mine as I lie in bed
You're an imagination or a memory I can just almost recall

Took something handy
Took something hard
Caressed it for in between my legs
Murmuring a make-up name of a boy I can just almost know

And I felt myself
For now, this is all that I like to feel
Deeper, harder and even more surreal
As I thought of your lips to mine

I can't contain myself anymore
Faster, I felt how I need you inside
a finger in my mouth
a hand in my thigh
stripped was I

Then it left me
After pleasure and just before satisfaction
Almost as fast as when I've decided I wanted it
It started empty, it ended alike
And I can just almost hope I'm not alone tonight