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Author: Lisa Jane
Fiction Rated: M - English - Drama/Romance - Reviews: 2 - Published: 11-15-04 - Updated: 01-03-05 - id:1760117

Ode To The Lover On The Bathroom Floor

Have you been licking the tiles lately?

Look at the water slowly dripping down

You know you’re thirsty

I’ve done it

Beautiful

It’s refreshing

I’m going to need to be refreshed

Once I’m through

Slide down

I can’t watch your back

Sliding slowly down the wet tiles

You wouldn’t know

What that does

Would you?

Didn’t think so

Stop looking up there

I know the metal’s appealing

Don’t ask how I know

I just know

But I don’t want you to touch it

Because if you do

You might use it

Before I’m through

Right

I’ll just turn on this tap and…

There

That got your attention

Are you going to listen to me now?

Good

Thank you

That’s all I’ve ever wanted

Other than to make love to you

You know how long I’ve wanted that?

To make love to you, that is

A long time

I remember the last time

I held your little ankle

In my larger hands

And my kisses drifted

Up your toes

Up your foot

Over your ankle

Up your calf

Over your knee

Up your thigh

Be quiet

As I was saying

You were beautiful

You never lost that beauty

I’d hold your hand in mind

That limp hand

See, that was the problem

You were limp

You did nothing

You lay there

I didn’t hear a gasp

A moan

A groan

A cry

A scream

Nothing

I couldn’t even hear your breathing

Though I admit

That didn’t much unnerve me

But it should’ve been me

I had the reason to

Leave you

For that kid down the road

How old was he?

Fifteen?

Don’t you think that’s a little young?

Of course, I wouldn’t have gone for him

I go for women my own size

And I don’t swing that way

Anyway

It should’ve been you, not me

Who was left alone

In front of the television

With the hand plastered against the screen

Watching static

In the dark room

Alone

Lonely

Survivor

Which you are not

Don’t look at me like that

You know the quieter I became

The deadlier I am

And the more seductive

Let me stroke your neck

Not with my fingers

Look above you

Ahhhh

Perfection

I changed you

Finally

I have nothing left to do now

Nothing left to say

So I will lie in the water

In the blood

In the fluids

On the floor

Next to you

And pick up your head

And cradle it to my chest

As I wait.



© Copyright 2004 Lisa Jane (FictionPress ID:55128).


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