perfectly dirty by Angela Thomas i smell a little right now. like sex that didn't happen and his hands. like a night spent curled up in each other's arms and kisses planted on every square inch of available skin. i'm not hungry, i'm not thirsty. i'm not cold, nor hot. and i did not want to see him leave today. i did not want to shut the door, lock it immediately, and sigh to myself, 'thank god that's over with.' like sheesha smoke dancing in the sunlight, i wanted it to linger. a soft kind of crooning escaping the radio as he whispered lyrics in my ear with an accent that didn't annoy me. one of the many that didn't annoy me. i want to shower because we spent the night tossing and turning and wanting and holding and waiting. but i don't want to lose the scent, the delicate, perfect, floral scent of unsung lust and admiration and surprise and something else. 04/08/2009 Posted on 04/08/2009 Copyright © 2024 Angela Thomas Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 04/08/09 at 07:27 PM Nice inner dialog. The language is really dead-on in this. Posted by Kris Mara on 05/08/09 at 12:03 PM yes, you capture that feeling and those thoughts so well -- and I love that you're so real about it -- real words selected to precisely get the scene across... Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)