Overpowered by the Lips,
I lie here breathing,
staring at the ceiling,
Wishing the fan was pointed in my direction.
Overpowered by her lips,
I lie here thinking, romanticizing
Wishing she was struggling with me for the sheets.
How could she love me, though?
I’m broke on a broken computer,
And my room is a mess.
I dribbled piss on my boxers.
Embracing the safety of a bedspread tent
I sink further into the bed,
Knowing if I want change, I must effect change.
But it can wait, just a bit longer.
Let’s just lie here, only for a bit longer.