Trading You In

by Elisa Hinson - Aquarius

I laid there
All night
In a daze
A little afraid
Maybe you
Can understand

This one
Well this one
Is different

You see,
His hands
Were Smooth
Soft
Softer than 
Mine

No callouses
No cuts
Not a hint
Of rough

Like he'd 
Never worked
In his life

But he has

And his
Pants
Laying there
On the floor
Well, they
Were a tag
I've never
Heard of
But I know
They are 
Dry clean
Only

And his 
Skin
Oh, his
Skin
Smelled
Of 
Soap and
Cologne and
Something
Akin
To money

But he
Tasted
Like dirt

And I 
Missed

You and
Your rough
Hands
Gliding
Over 
My thighs

And I 
Missed

Your faded
Levis
Crumpled up
On my floor

And I 
Missed

Your stench
Of sweat
And smoke

And I 
Missed

The most
How you
Tasted

Like salt
And hope

Birth sign: Aquarius
Date created: 2002-04-09 10:06:13
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:46:18
Poem ID: 69056

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