Monday, September 6, 2010

глаза

It started with your sleepy eyes
Then that enticing accent
There was a barrier
a she
but Yuengling called our names

It started with my devious smile after jokes
Then the way you told me of the "consequences"
Somehow the gap between our seating arrangements, closed.

like a real R, vodka shots all around

It started with your libidinous eyes
and how your hands flowed across the curve of my backside
then your greedy fingertips, applying pressure
pressure in all the right places

It started with your lips parting over my earlobe
whispering promises
then your grip on my scalp
pulling my head back to the stars

It started with frozen fingertips
a hunger of sorts
heat far from the fire
muffled sighs



mixed languages or perfection
consider my mind...blown.

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