When I kissed him I knew there was no turning back He was mine But did I want to be his? I don't know, I still don't know He laid me down I cried in pain, I cried in pleasure He was one with me, I could see it in his eyes Blue like a summer sky Later, outside, the clouds turnd their twilight color A murky violet I saw myself in the mirror Rumpled sheets around me Staring up at the ceiling Cigarette smoke making the air thick, my eyes burn and water, I could hear the mummering of corny sitcoms from the room next door I lay in the muggy hot air of this cheap motel With my body naked and wet, slicked with sweat, slick with other fluids of passion long gone, and pleasures spent And he was gone. (c) AM Fleury
Reason for writing:
I dunno, I like this one. Sounds personal, but it's not, actually.
Birth sign: Libra
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