Little Black Dress

I can’t wait for the day to come when I look back and only think of you as a distant memory. A funny feeling that tingles all over my body and quickly fades dispersing throughout my arms and legs. You won’t be sitting on the forefront of my mind occupying time, kicking your legs back and drinking a beer. In my head I go over to you and rub your shoulders, for how could I deny the daddy on the couch in front of me? I look at you and I want you I get in an inch of you and my lips are on you progressing until I’ve reached my knees and our clothes scatter the room. Was it always meant to be this way? You and I doing drugs on the stove top then making love for hours on end until we're beyond exhausted we fall asleep. I guess there couldn't be much more for us, we wouldn't ever be able to be seen in the daylight. I only picture what it could be like I see us in the distance I am smiling; we look happy, you grab my hip and pull me next to you. I'm wearing a little black dress, one of your favorites as we walk into the Japanese restaurant that I convinced you to try and it became our thing. We sit down and I flirt with you under the table rubbing my leg on yours pretending to stroke it while you're ordering your food. After we ate you'd drag me into the bathroom we wouldn't care the gender you'd just fuck me right there. This would be the cycle we found ourselves in and after you road all day with the boys on your Harleys you’d come home and want me inside you, taking care of you like the good girl I am but that’s only your dream isn’t it? Not mine at all, I can see myself being apart of it but never being my story. Guess that’s how I knew you weren’t the one to continue occupying my nights. Even when I’m sad you only fill the void so much and soon enough that void continues to leak until it’s empty again and I need your love again. There’s always someone to half fill the void the rest of the work is up to me and frankly, I’d rather do it sober. So how do I say this to you once and for all…I will miss wearing a different little black dress for you every Wednesday night and when you ever think of me I hope you’ll remember that because I’ll never forget the expression of lust in your eyes. But you’re fifty one and we’ve had our fun so run along to another one.