My heart beats faster
Than it should
As i lay next to you
And i notice a change in your breath
It’s ’cause we both know we want more
Than just laying next to each other
And we know we’ll give in
To a certain point
Suddenly your lips are nearly touching
My lips
And you make no move to move away
And i ask you if you wish you could kiss me
You take a few nervous breaths
Before you answer-
Yes and more (i’m paraphrasing)
And then we let everything happen
Except the kiss
And everything else you said
I want you
to put your fingers
on my femoral artery.
To feel the desire
pulsing thru me,
asking you for more.
I miss the way
you used to undress me,
ankles so ticklish I’d squirm.
When you got chills
at the smallest brush
of my fingers on your bare side.
I remember when you put your hands
all over me and we almost got kicked out.
Do you remember when you put your hands
on my waist while you leaned against the 4Runner?
Or remember when you put your hands
everywhere for the first time and we made love?
Please remember when you put your hands
in mine because you loved me.
Know you can put your hands
anywhere you like and I won’t pull away.
*Note: I’m not feeling this one either, it just doesn’t flow right, but I am determined to push through this intro to poetry thing. I’m honestly a little burnt out on writing and on my blog in general. I think I might take a break soon, to kind of refocus myself on what’s important and let what’s not fall by the wayside.
on the stairs once
the twelfth step wedged
into the small of my back
everything else on fire
in the best way
not sure if this was real
or i made it up
for the sake of stories
because id always love
to add one more
to tell of your love
number eleven nineteen
and i hated those stairs
most of the time
*In response to Stairway.
Anonymous in Cali 