his nails
making tire tracks
along my spine,
down my thighs
his long fingers
pulling my hair while the
steam from his breath
sits on my neck
he presses me to his body
tightly
urgently
undeniably pulsating with
thirst
for me

in the morning,
he rolls out of bed,
showers off my smell,
picks up the phone,
and looks at me with eyes that say:
"get dressed and go home."

11/07/2006

Posted on 11/07/2006
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