That Booty Call Poem by Fatuma Abdi

Of the many memorable moments that I have of us, the one that stands out the most is my imagination of when you're giving me a bouquet, apologizing for the late night booty calls. Then I realize, it's all just in my imagination. You've never been one to apologize.
And I start feeling cheap, dirty and used.
In that moment I want to get away from you but the minute I see you again I wanna grow Gray with you.
You give me Mixed feeling and call it foreplay as you take me to the dark alleyway, where you first ignited my desires in flames and Have your way. As my insecurities dwindle away Just for a minute or two and you are done.
Then you whisper, "let's do it again" as you pull away @poemsforyou254