Lying in a bed with him Where he told me how much he wants me While I longed to hear the word only lovers hold the right to speak I was his altar every night but only for the *** part
his voice low as he whispered his secret into my ear While his hand was my pillow he ran his fingers through my hairs I lay there wide awake hoping to know him
I felt like my oxygen was being taken away It is the only way to put it into words he slept by my side while Someone else possessed him in dreams
This is Scene 3 of The Altar I Was Denied, a short story in form of poetry.