Name
He is a lover
who doesn’t come over for months sometimes
No matter how much I long for him.
He appears without warning,
Saunters in, tosses off his hat,
Grabs me by the arms,
Pushes me up against the wall
And takes me,
So fast and sure
it’s only after
He leaves without so much
as a sideways glance, I realize
I forgot again
To ask him his name.
I love what you did here. I also used a sexual theme with mine.
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BAM! That's awesome... my favourite for this prompt so far :)
ReplyDeleteLove it!
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