syd
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Feb 18, 2005
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- 273
What you always forget is everything everyone else considers important
Disregarding significant portions of your life
You won’t remember flight 161 leaving ATL an hour and a half late
You’ll loose the part where they wouldn’t let you sign for the rental car because you were too drunk
And she forgot her license
You’ll forget the name of the hotel
What the suite looked like
Loosing both room keys
And pissing off the other guests.
As the sunburn fades you’ll forget about falling asleep by the pool.
What you always commit to memory are the token details
Everything everyone else dismisses immediately
Traveling several thousand feet in the air
Your arm around her hip
Two fingers slipped down the side of her black skirt
Fingering the silkily folds covering the elastic of her red bikini panties
Running your fingers along the half inch of bunched nylon
Sliding onto her velvety warm skin
Feeling the thin strap moving with her as she reached for her drink
Long after we have both found out what repulsive human beings we can both be
And we bitterly go our separate ways
You’ll remember the feel of those silk ridges
Pressed against the affectionate soft skin just below her hip.
You’ll remember how much better it was than any blow job
Better than sex in a strange place
You will never disregard your desire
The cherished intimacy of a warm touch
Her sensing it too
Smiling deliberately
Forget the lazy afternoon, vacation sex
Forget calling her a cunt after a childish fight
Forget the hurt look on her face
Forget what she looked like in the pale moonlight
Forget the Spanish maid waking you each morning
Forget her screaming,
“We don’t need anymore fucking towels!”
When the lonely drunken nights make there way back into your life
When you’re a bored, abandoned, hung over, tangle of reckless thoughts
When there is nothing to look forward to but an empty fucking house
And another bottle of whiskey
When you need it most
You can think of flatting your palm against her hip
How your hand just seemed to belong there
The thin cool strap running along your palm
And pulling her closer
The comfort will come in the form of vibrant details
Red silk bikini straps
Promising you
Assuring you
There was a time when you weren’t ugly and alone
Disregarding significant portions of your life
You won’t remember flight 161 leaving ATL an hour and a half late
You’ll loose the part where they wouldn’t let you sign for the rental car because you were too drunk
And she forgot her license
You’ll forget the name of the hotel
What the suite looked like
Loosing both room keys
And pissing off the other guests.
As the sunburn fades you’ll forget about falling asleep by the pool.
What you always commit to memory are the token details
Everything everyone else dismisses immediately
Traveling several thousand feet in the air
Your arm around her hip
Two fingers slipped down the side of her black skirt
Fingering the silkily folds covering the elastic of her red bikini panties
Running your fingers along the half inch of bunched nylon
Sliding onto her velvety warm skin
Feeling the thin strap moving with her as she reached for her drink
Long after we have both found out what repulsive human beings we can both be
And we bitterly go our separate ways
You’ll remember the feel of those silk ridges
Pressed against the affectionate soft skin just below her hip.
You’ll remember how much better it was than any blow job
Better than sex in a strange place
You will never disregard your desire
The cherished intimacy of a warm touch
Her sensing it too
Smiling deliberately
Forget the lazy afternoon, vacation sex
Forget calling her a cunt after a childish fight
Forget the hurt look on her face
Forget what she looked like in the pale moonlight
Forget the Spanish maid waking you each morning
Forget her screaming,
“We don’t need anymore fucking towels!”
When the lonely drunken nights make there way back into your life
When you’re a bored, abandoned, hung over, tangle of reckless thoughts
When there is nothing to look forward to but an empty fucking house
And another bottle of whiskey
When you need it most
You can think of flatting your palm against her hip
How your hand just seemed to belong there
The thin cool strap running along your palm
And pulling her closer
The comfort will come in the form of vibrant details
Red silk bikini straps
Promising you
Assuring you
There was a time when you weren’t ugly and alone
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