She peels off her dress,
sticky in the close air,
and lets out a slow sigh.
Tomorrow it must start again
but tonight is hers.
First published at Espresso Stories.
She peels off her dress,
sticky in the close air,
and lets out a slow sigh.
Tomorrow it must start again
but tonight is hers.
First published at Espresso Stories.
It’s not what she would have said
That’s all that’s going round in my head
The action
Reaction
Careful tiptoeing
Chance not be blowing
Wind out my sails
Hard ass as nails
Take to the floor
Rush for that door
Together
It’s not what she would have said
Still occupying the space in ma head
Contraction
Inaction
Guilty of treason
No longer good reason
To stay by her side
Along for the ride
Walk out that door
Still wanting more
Together