- Erotic Poetry
- When I Loved You last
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I go through my day doing all the right things, speaking my broken- record words. "Yes, Sir. Anything else today, Sir? Your change, Sir." Smiling my pleasant, empty Hee Haw smile. But they don't know all the while I think not of them and their cellophane- wrapped goodies. I think of butterfly wings and arched backs. I think of my whispered name shivering in the dark. I think of how you can share taste in a kiss, of how the last kiss I tasted, tasted of me. I think of first and last impressions. And of the last impressions you left on me. A matched set, five on each hip. All day, I think of when I loved you last and it gets me through. I can't wait to love you again.
- COMMENTS
twelveooneover 16 years agoNot a big fan of prose poems, so some of this is may in deference to the better poet below, BUT I do like that Hee-Haw smile, takes guts to put it in, it sounds so self effacing, so unpoetical, thereforth it is (poetry).
foehn2over 16 years agoYou make me smile! Whether by will or skill, I cannot always decide. This is excellent writing, swallowed... the uppity people call it "literature." *smile*
