memories

your mouth on mine
suction on my lip,
then your tongue
you always taste like beer
do you have to get drunk
to call me
at least you kissed
me that time
your soft voice on the phone
snowing me,
charming me yet again
the pressure of you
the heat of you
the smell of you
that I always carry home
your tongue on my nipple
your hands on my waist
I close my eyes and I
see your smile
it gets a little better
each time
scary
because the times get
further apart
as if each inch
of liking you drives
you further away
so afraid
of this
of you
of wanting it
pathetic

go back

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© Honey Laura Clark