Swoon

A Poem by Drea Dawson

February 2012

There was one night
Proximity was meaningless
I felt you
With your fingers buried inside of me
You felt me swoon
As I leaned into you
I haven’t stopped feeling you
You made a fingerprint on my c**t
I’m always left wanting more of it -
That warmth you covet in your cheeks
You rubbed your face so close to me
You felt me swoon
How I wanted you
And you just smiled