His hands on my body
his eyes piercing through me
his mouth on me
why am I doing this
I don't want this
I don't want him
inside me
I feel the pressure
we move together
more and more
his fingers between mine
a little more
then nothing
I look at him
It's not you
who is this?
what did we just do?
why was I thinking about you?
I pull up my pants
I walk away
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This really made me smile. It is cute though, going to bed with a man you didn't know. Now you know where the phrase 'one night stand' comes from. LOL. I loved reading this, because of how it was written. There are a lot of clear images in these stanzas, especially the last stanza. A 10+++++ thank you for sharing. Love & hugs, Barbara