Write a poem for me

Sara POV

"Okay, don't stare at me with puppy eyes. If you can tell me exactly how you feel about her, I will try to help you." His intense gaze on me caused an odd tingling sensation throughout my body. Why is he staring so intently at me?

For the first time in all these hours, I didn't even briefly perceive lust in his eyes. I'm not sure why, but every time I look into his eyes, I can see what he's trying to tell me. I don't know why I told Aaron my secret, but I never disclosed my podcast channel to anyone because I wanted to become recognized as a hidden podcaster who could poetically express feelings to the world.

"Sara, I don't know how to explain what I felt about her." He twiddled his fork.

I'm not sure who the lucky woman is, but I'm sure she must be a truly fortunate person if she has had such a profound impact on him. Though I know it's not me, I wish I could be his girlfriend. How come he would love me? I don't match his standard. I gazed at him as if I were a child observing the moon. Just as the sparkling stars are far beyond my reach, so too is he.

"Sara, if you had the chance to profess your love to someone you cared about, how would you do it?"

"Me?" I looked at him in surprise.

"Let me think, hmm." Placing my palm on my chin, I started formulating a response to his query.

If I got the chance to explain my love for him, then what would I portray in poetry? I questioned myself.

"All right, Aaron, I'll do everything in my power to help you. I'll give you my poetry tomorrow." I rose from the table and made my way to the guest room.

I have to adjust to sleeping without him, though it's hard. After he tells her how he feels, I'm sure he won't remember me at all. However, who is the woman he fell in love with? His thoughts kept me awake, so I tossed and turned in bed. He will undoubtedly dissolve this contract marriage shortly, so I must leave this house as soon as possible. This situation will deeply hurt my heart; therefore, I must learn to control my emotions and avoid becoming overly attached to him.

I thought of all the people I had ever fallen in love with. Why does this keep happening to me? Why do they choose other women over me, despite my love for them? Maybe I am not talented enough. But Neil loved me, so how can I think I'm not decent enough? I'm going to marry Neil after I get out of prison, and we will have a happy family ever after.

I'm not sure why, but when I contemplated leaving this place today, I didn't feel excited. When I thought about leaving Aron, I felt something choking in my chest. His enthusiasm for my creative endeavors greatly inspired me. I am glad that he realized his mistake and asked for forgiveness for misinterpreting my writing as erotic.

In the middle of the night, I heard the sound of the door opening. Right away, I cautiously turned on the light in my room.

"Aaron, what are you doing here?" I gave him a startled look.

"Can I sleep with you, Sara?" I don't understand why he is talking to me in such a sweet voice.

"Why?" I raised an eyebrow at him.

"I'm having trouble sleeping because my room's AC isn't working properly." I was expecting him to tell me that he too enjoyed sleeping with me, but hearing his response broke my heart.

I know I shouldn't become overly attached to him, but I'm still unsure of why I want to hold a special place in his life.

"All right, come sleep with me." I sighed deeply, making space for him to sleep in bed with me.

"Thank you, Sara." He gave me a sweet little smile, embraced me, and fell asleep. He dozed off in bed right away.

I could not help but smile as I ran my fingers through his silky hair, captivated by his innocent expression.

I felt his erect dick on my stomach as his inner thigh bumped against mine. Why he is suppressing his lust is beyond me. This could potentially be due to my menstrual cycle.

I wondered how he was able to control his lust. I'm not sure why, but my hand keeps wanting to touch his erect dick. I touched his erect dick's skin and an intense desire to feel his hard dick overtook me. Perhaps my hormonal imbalance compelled me to engage in sexual activity with him.

No, I can't do this. How can I say to have sex with me? I'm trying to control my lust by curling my toes, but I find it increasingly difficult. I suddenly felt heated all over. I have barely any stains on my tampon today, as it is only the fourth day of my menstruation. However, how can I request that he engage in sexual activity with me when I am aware that he is in a relationship with another individual?

"Aaron," I spoke softly in his ear.

When he heard my whisper, he put his head on my breast. As I felt his hot breath on my breast, my condition worsened. When I gave his stiff dick a firm rub, he opened his eyes.

"Sara, what happened?" I was hesitant to inform him about my needs because of his cheeky grin, but I knew that if I didn't tell him, my body would burn with lust. nothing.

"My hand touched it accidentally." To calm my racing thoughts, I removed my hand from his dick and turned in a different direction.

He again hugged me from behind and slept soundly. His steaming breath tickled my earlobe and neck. His vicious dick touched my asshole. I've lost all self-control. No matter what he thinks of me afterward, I have to ask him to satisfy my lust.

"I want you to fuck me hard, Aaron." I turned to face him and again whispered in his ear.