Dear Karmic Lover,
No. You are his karmic lover and I’m his soulmate.
Your desperation entertains me.
I know you know and I don’t care.
When he opens your legs, he opens mine, too.
He sees you, but feels me.
He touches you, but sees me.
He sucks, licks, pounds you and releases on me.
Lusting after you, loving me.
Whatever he is, I am.
Whatever he does, I become.
I know you hate that, but you entertain me.
How does it feel to hold on to nothingness?
See, there will be three of us until you leave.
Black Cat Words 