NoRule
06-12-2011, 06:35 AM
She came home with me
We pass through my doorway
Onto the couch.
Movie? Sure. Popcorn? Okay.
I return from the kitchen;
There’s no popcorn.
She doesn’t mind.
I prepare the film
and sit down next to her.
I feel my gut boil.
Click
The screen flickers.
Her warmth
Her smell
Arousing.
We met earlier that night
At a club.
She was dancing not too far from me.
I’m not much of a dancer, but
I wanted to dance with her.
Her essence called me
Instinctive. Primitive.
We danced.
She came home with me
and sits on my couch.
It’s cold, she says.
Our bodies meet,
My arm wrapped behind her.
She rests her head on my shoulder,
Her hand on my thigh.
She breathes on my neck, and
Like Seraph’s touch,
a divine sensation
courses from my ears
throughout my being.
My fingertips glaze her arm
With sweet affection.
I lift her shirt and continue
Across her smooth, flat stomach.
I pull her closer,
My palm over her belly-button.
Her lips reach my neck and
My skin erupts with pleasure.
Her fist clenches my thigh
As she sucks the salt from my neck.
I feel for her bra and I
set the oven to preheat.
Her chest is bare.
She turns and mounts me,
Pushing her body into mine.
She unbuttons my jeans
And my blood rushes to greet
her hand as she begins
mixing the butter and sugar.
I slide my fingers underneath
The elastic on her waist and
measure out three-cups flour.
I beat the egg into the mixture.
We roll tablespoons of cookie-dough
Onto an ungreased metal sheet.
We place the cookies in the oven
And wait to enjoy our confections.
We pass through my doorway
Onto the couch.
Movie? Sure. Popcorn? Okay.
I return from the kitchen;
There’s no popcorn.
She doesn’t mind.
I prepare the film
and sit down next to her.
I feel my gut boil.
Click
The screen flickers.
Her warmth
Her smell
Arousing.
We met earlier that night
At a club.
She was dancing not too far from me.
I’m not much of a dancer, but
I wanted to dance with her.
Her essence called me
Instinctive. Primitive.
We danced.
She came home with me
and sits on my couch.
It’s cold, she says.
Our bodies meet,
My arm wrapped behind her.
She rests her head on my shoulder,
Her hand on my thigh.
She breathes on my neck, and
Like Seraph’s touch,
a divine sensation
courses from my ears
throughout my being.
My fingertips glaze her arm
With sweet affection.
I lift her shirt and continue
Across her smooth, flat stomach.
I pull her closer,
My palm over her belly-button.
Her lips reach my neck and
My skin erupts with pleasure.
Her fist clenches my thigh
As she sucks the salt from my neck.
I feel for her bra and I
set the oven to preheat.
Her chest is bare.
She turns and mounts me,
Pushing her body into mine.
She unbuttons my jeans
And my blood rushes to greet
her hand as she begins
mixing the butter and sugar.
I slide my fingers underneath
The elastic on her waist and
measure out three-cups flour.
I beat the egg into the mixture.
We roll tablespoons of cookie-dough
Onto an ungreased metal sheet.
We place the cookies in the oven
And wait to enjoy our confections.