This is Just_in

My tank is empty
account beyond fumes
You never asked me

I’ll contemplate, it’s not late.
Not a place,
No invitation for thee

I’ll work.
No escape with those dimes,
A dollar is a crime.

"Aww, that it’s not you"
Was that true?
Illusions are blue.

Flirtations linger in fiber optics
My only connection,
To freedom is in the crush.

There is no rush
I like my bed
All this space in my head

But the touch
Is what I miss
A tender sweet kiss

Pounding heart
all night, til dawn
do I wish to stir