Don’t call me your friend after
you moaned my name covered in sweat.
Your lips left marks on my body
your fingers traced my silhouette
I spent the night sleeping on your chest.
Don’t call me your friend after
having my legs wrapped around your neck.
We showered skin to skin
you woke me up with kisses
I can still feel your perfume on my pillow.
Don’t call me your friend after
you made me say I’m yours.
You don’t get to erase our history
If you are going to be a coward,
own up to it and close the doors on the way out.
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It’s very good. Thanks for sharing.
Can’t be friends and lovers ?
Wonderful poem