Why I Never Said Goodbye

i

I could really smell

the way she carried herself.

Sweet spices,

her natural femininity

oozing like warm cream,

so addicting.

Her brown,

naturally wavy

hair

bounced everytime she

moved

her sashaying hips

to the beat

of the thudding bass.

I cupped her waist

moving up and down her sides

till I rested at her thighs.

Skin, so hot.

Breathing, so shot.

Her laughter

the only melody I could dance to

-till this day-

carried my thoughts

out from the club

and into the depths of

a dark room

with a cold bed,

her opening up

beneath me.

Something else was speaking for me

when I kept moving

against her back

as we danced.

She knew,

Oh, she knew.

Grabbed my sweaty hands

and pulled me away from

the croweded, warm souls

into a dank, bathroom stall.

Slammed me down onto the toilet seat.

Unzipped the heart on my sleeve

and did the dirty deed.

Hungry, we were

but for what?

Lust? Love?

We didn't care for the long run-

We just wanted each other

in the heat

of the moment.

It felt right.

It was right.

Making her scream

made me so hard.

I loved the way she smelled,

looked,

moaned,

squeezed me.

Her sweat,

so sweet.

Intoxicating like rosé.

Everything felt

okay for once.