syd
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Feb 18, 2005
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- 273
The way she used to hold you like warm sheets from the dryer
Your rough calloused fingers forcing her to arch her back
Her hair
Long and dark
Brushing your forearm
Black bikini straps denting her pale skin
Pushing in
Painted lips that grazed your own
With the leaves green past spring
And windows thrown wide
We soaked and kicked the sheets
Her back slick with our effort
The satisfaction filling the muggy room
And oh fuck Christ do you miss her
And oh are you screaming
And oh are you drinking
Asking why you can’t see her again
Imagine what you’ve been taken from
What did you do?
Your rough calloused fingers forcing her to arch her back
Her hair
Long and dark
Brushing your forearm
Black bikini straps denting her pale skin
Pushing in
Painted lips that grazed your own
With the leaves green past spring
And windows thrown wide
We soaked and kicked the sheets
Her back slick with our effort
The satisfaction filling the muggy room
And oh fuck Christ do you miss her
And oh are you screaming
And oh are you drinking
Asking why you can’t see her again
Imagine what you’ve been taken from
What did you do?
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