It’s three in the morning
If I touch your breasts
Will you respond
Or scream
You scream
It’s three in the morning
I listen to you breathing
We breathe in unison
For a while we become one
Then I choke
It’s three in the morning
The smell of sex lingers
The point of no return
Do you care
I wonder
It’s three in the morning
Many affairs have passed
I lie thinking
Was there a time
Was there
It’s three in the morning
You’re two years gone now
Time still asks questions
Bitterness pollutes you
All of you
It’s three in the morning
I lie awake
The walk to the court
Ten seconds to end a lifetime
Divorced
It’s three in the morning
Death came calling
Did you cry my name
I lie here wondering
Who knows.
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Author:
Paul Bell (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: August 6th, 2026 05:40
- Category: Unclassified
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