'Doginabag'

She doesn’t know you’re here, does she? She’ll be sitting up all night, staring at that clock for hours on end while you find that long lost satisfaction with me, that pleasure you lost when you got married to a stubborn old cow like her. It’s fine with me, of course. I’ve never complained when you’ve nailed me late into the night, your body writhing above my own, sharing yourself with me.

As long as you don’t leave straight away this time. Stay a while and let me hold you for once, share the lingering bliss with you. That moronic smile you always wear makes you look like an angel. And you’ve never smiled like that for her.

You love me. You just don’t know it yet.