Song - Mansionair - Easier.
Tell me…
I memorize your shape under the white sheets, I intake the curving line of your waist and relax your tensed scarred hand. Who knows how much time is left for me to do that?
To remember the playfulness of your thighs, to remember the irritation in your voice, to remember the warmth of your back.
Tell me…
Was it what you expected? Disarming me, undressing me, letting me undress you, discover that you blush when I touch your hip bones when I worship your hands.
Are you happy? Laughing into my shoulder when I lightly bite your neck. Are you happy when I beg you, blaspheming your name and rocking you into the bed?
Tell me…
Do I get to see you tomorrow, in a week, in 20 minutes? How soon will you get tired of this bed, of me, of us?
Tell me, you glorified devil, forsaken angel of my dreams.
Punish me with your hands pulling me to yourself, demanding attention, my blood on the contract, my soul in your grasp.
Tell me that it will get easier letting you go when you want to leave?
Tell me if that is what you want?
You move under sheets slowly, I look at you from the corner of the bed buttoning my shirt. I want to remember you like that. I really want to talk to you, but my boots are on and my car is waiting outside.
I wish I can hear your voice one more time.
I move around the bed to the cat crawling in her dreams. You sigh as if you know that I am close. Kiss on the temple is a weak gesture, but I don't dare to do more.
I leave the room debating with you in my mind, begging you to stay, hoping you will listen.
So tell me…
Tell me when it gets easier.
Tell me if…
Lie to me if you have to.