I fell
For night of sighs and moans,
pushing souls of bodies
in meloncholy
of guilts unabandoned,
bodies of heartless,
of desires and lusts,
skins dissolving in hickeys and marks,
of bites and kisses,
blouse on my shirtless bottom,
scrum of fingers
on my blouseless bossom,
untangling tresses in bun,
one wild,
one scorching,
night letting shame
elope,
stockings undressed
on the couch,
bodies undressed
in battle of seduction
of smooches and frenchs,
of gins and rums,
of screams and whispers,
fingers settling
in palms of master,
kisses settling
on places untouched,
not now,
but not now.
Sweats recovering
fiercly on bruised skin,
skin of clothed
organs,
organs on revenge,
a minute before he scrounged,
an hour before tomorrow,
a day before again.
