day SIX HUNDRED and FIFTY EIGHT

Perverted

I blushed, and buried my face in your chest
in the stolen hours of the morning
when only lovers and bartenders are still awake

I know, I’m disgusting
I said for the last ten years of my life,
and again to you

I am sorry the perversion of this world
has perverted me too

It’s okay if you pretend you don’t like it

-- Samantha Clarke