Eleven To Five Poem by Benjamin Feliciano
Eleven To Five
Sure, I remember the feel of her lips
And the weight of her body upon me.
I couldn't forget the twist of her hips,
Or above all how she would sing.
She would pause mid kiss to croon along
With whatever iTunes had played on shuffle.
Her voice shot shivers as sure as ice
Cascading down my spine.
She eyed me in the dark
And I melted to her humming Arcade Fire.
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