I’m remembering that time that you slammed me up against the wall
a frenzied onslaught of lustful desperation needing to be on top of me, inside me and all I could think was fuck, fuck, fuck I need this I need you to need this too but you actually slammed me up against the door and the handle crushed against my back as I feel to the ground like I’d just been shot You apologised I cried You left I took painkillers and went to bed alone And now I see you across the restaurant with that sexy, leggy, blonde but you’re not listening to a word she says as your eyes won’t leave mine and my playful smile tells you that I’m reminiscing over our mishap and your smirk tells me that you’re thinking about it too Round two?
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Run away with me?
Bring tea and cakes and smiles make sure you pack your glee although I know you'll scream whilst dipping toes into the freezing sea before causing a splash and beckoning me to join you but I'll decline of course because the task at hand is removing sand from our sandwiches and attempting to stop this windbreaker from breaking off into the wind up where the seagulls sing before they swoop and dive and steal our crusts not forgetting that we must sit here until dusk make the most of our escape before we return to work with disgust don't fuss! I'm quite capable of pouring the bloody tea. |
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