Monday, March 18, 2013

Let's not call it poetry

today i laid in your spot still warm from your body's possession
sheets entangled with your cologne and scent of our love making
I wrapped myself in those memories
your body pressed against mine
your head caught in between my legs as I grabbed the edges of the bed crying out in ecstasy
the feeling of your lips against my skin and hands on my breasts as you guide me into place
the rhythm the bed made as it groaned beneath the weight of our passion
I can't help but smile while I lay in this spot
waiting for you to return so new memories can be made.