|Fuck the Metaphors
Author: So-she-wrote-a-poem-about-it PM
It's simple really.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance - Chapters: 7 - Words: 2,225 - Reviews: 5 - Favs: 2 - Updated: 05-03-12 - Published: 04-12-12 - id: 3013053
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Boy, I think I'm in lust with you.
Today, you put your hands on my back and
Your fingers curled a bit, I couldn't help imagining,
Thinking what that would feel like
Just you and me, in a dark room and your breath heavy.
I pressed myself against you, tried to make believe
Then maybe, you could feel what I was silently
Asking, moving my hands down your back
And how I fit my shoulders into your frame, we were
In a public place, wrapped inside some very private thing.
And I know it was we, not just me, I could hear your heart
Pumping faster than it would normally be.
And your hands were almost frantic, catching mine
As though they would change their minds, think clearly,
But we weren't, were we? your hands wrapping mine up
Like you just needed to do it. Quickly.
And there's a certain kind of want disguised in that,
This mutual undoing. We keep a safe distance away
As if the air is not unraveling, but
We've been breaking rules lately.
It's turning us into impulsive thinking fiends, my
Arms outreaching, Come to me. and I couldn't help
Catching you in over and over, wanting that feeling all over
Please. And a heavy lidded grin.
It's like previewing, a taste of what it could feel like
With your shoulders and your hands and your mouth
Right there with me, I can see it so clearly, behind my
Eye and oh you,
I'm just being friendly.