She pushes you deeper into the room
Hand on chest, eyes glittering like stars
The goddess is awake
Words drip from her mouth like jewels
But you're too far gone already
The rest is white noise.
"I like you," she says
Almost purring
God, that was so hot
She pushes you further till the backs of
Your knees hit the bed and you fall
A thousand feet to the cold mattress
Her body tumbling after.
"I like you too," you say
Feeling her hair, her skin, her freckles
Kiss yours
Feeling her slide her clothes off
Yours as well
Damn, she must work out
She's so goddamn beautiful
Pretty like moonlight and not one inch
Overdressed.
The goddess smiles
Stretches her body languorously
Kisses your shoulder
And begins.
It ends loudly and without restraint
You hear a ringing in your ears
She breathes heavily next to you
On that cold mattress
In the Place where it's finally happened.
She passes you a crumbling cigar
When it's over
Smoke curls like old leather in the air
A final rush of breath as you inhale
And you're both done
Chips and dip left on the table.
They were all wrong about you
Huh?
YOU ARE READING
little blue flowers
PoetryA collection of original poetry by Ella Petrichor. Highest Rank: #152 in Poetry (6/14/18) **COMPLETED** ::Excerpt:: "betrayal along the seams" A melancholic pallor lining her face She stood in the doorway Beating the shit out of that old rug As thou...
