Aren’t you Jealous?

of the soft linen covering my nakedness?

Aren’t you jealous;

of the bed where I laid my bare skin?

Aren’t you jealous;

of the pillows that touches my thighs, kissing my body and holding me tight?

Aren’t you jealous;

of the night moaning looking at me vividly as I pleasure myself to reach orgasm as I think of you?

 I am jealous;

of the time

of the distance

between us.

 

©FarrahGeorgescu