Slip Words


I'm supposed to feel
Guilty
When he runs
His fingers
Inside the edge
Of my waistband
White cotton
Pulled away
From my waist
While he wastes
No time finding
The center
Of my deepest
Regrets
He gets me off
The wrong path
Wets
The pavement
I'm meant to be walking
Talking
Filth
From lush lips
Spills
In
Eardrums
Judgment numbed
By nimble fingers
Finishing
Fast
As I fight
To hold legs steady
Underneath me
Pushed back
Oh so easy
Melting into tempur pedic
Apex
Flushed
Lust
Heated
Having
Palpitations
Taking
Ages
To form thoughts
To remind my mouth
How to say
No
How to not
Moan
I'm supposed to be

Resisting
Not lifting
Hips
In time to hand
Gestures
Wet

Wet
Wetter
Writhing
Dying
Dangerously close
To letting him
End
This
I suppose
I'm supposed to feel bad
But he promises
Endless
Supplies of forgiveness
I listen
Intently
And respond
Briskly
Quickly
His name sticking
For only a second
On the roof
Of my mouth
Then slipping
Swiftly, spilling out
And I offer myself
In exchange
For this night
And I swallow my guilt
As he hollows me out
Open
Empty
Senseless melting
On whims
And will
With no place left
For guilt

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