Every Part of Me

Every Part of Me

 

It was a matter of trust

I figure,

he had my bra

in his hand.

 

Almost spontaneous

as something so well planned

can be.

 

And his mouth found

every part of me,

parts that I didn’t think

worked anymore.

 

His odor is still thick

in the air,

in my mind,

though he left hours ago.

 

And I’ve finally got the smile

off my face,

because I’m worried.

 

And I’m scared.

 

That his smell

will be the last

thing I remember.

 

And the first thing

he forgets.

Reviews

[Georgiakevin]

This was a bit different than your other poems but I enjoyed the richness of your poem. The experience in this poem was an experience that this reader felt envious as it there is such a beautiful experience and so well told.

[E.H. Monroe]

serious jazz snaps.
this thing moves as fast as the brain when after the sex smoke clears and regret punches you right in the temple.
Its all good until the feeling of self respect kicks in then the mind recoils in horror.
Good read. fast and real

[Dream Weaver]

Well written. The question is will the scent
blow away in the breeze of forgetfulness?
Nicely done...

[bob, small b. aka invs]

the last 6 lines are amazing. the rest of the poem isn't half bad either. this is the first time i've read your writing. i'll be back for more.

[Daydreamer54]

It;s nice. i'm just thankful it wasn't Adult oriented! ^-^ That his smell

will be the last

thing I remember.



And the first thing

he forgets.
And this preety much sums it up. Was it really love? or just something he wanted and then forget all about you? Nice work here! :)

[HappyAccident]

I love how this poem isn't like others like it.Usually when people talk about their first time they're saying they regret it or they describe the actually "doing" but you actually enter your/someones mind ...I loved it

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

entrancing contemplation of passion's elusive textures~ an absorbing poetic~