plaid blue couch
watching bootleg movies
touching
hiding fingers in cushion cracks
your hand in mine, finally.
lights off
movie still playing
only illumination.
kisses like madness.
fingers in my hair.
hands in my shirt.
bra on the floor.
nails scratching
little marks of pleasure
hands down your pants.
shirt and shorts on the floor.
sage chenille blanket
hides evidence.
first times
knowing only first names.
bruises on my neck
wall rubbed marks on knees
throbbing that visits
when i cross my legs.
it makes me smile.
untitledA Poem by Aliciapart of an exercise in a creative writing course. 5 minutes to jot down whatever you can.© 2008 Alicia |
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