Your science room
We take off for our first date
My bedroom that wasn't actually my bedroom
It had my bed though
With your gorgeous body in it
Twilight
My lamp illuminates the left corner warmly, softly
You lie in wait for me on your stomach
With your coffee
In your black and blue pullover sweater
I finally get to join you to watch a movie on my laptop
As soon as my body lies next to yours
You look into my eyes for a brief, long moment
Then your lips thrash themselves onto mine sweetly, calmly
You roll me onto my back as you swiftly climb on top
The intertwining of our lips remains
I tell you that I have not gone far at all since my ex's rape
You treat me gently
You go slow
It wasn't having sex
It was making love.
And it felt so real.
It felt so real.
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A Piece of Me
PoetryA collection of what it is like to be in love with an idea of being in love.