He sits up
slides into his jeans
and reaches for his cigarettes.
I run my hands
over his washboard abs.
The fire in his eyes
is satisfied.
He kisses my cheek,
everything feels surreal.
I stretch out
on the coolness of the sheet
and sigh.
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Written February 22nd, 2006
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Simple and sweet, but talks to me. Seems like the ideal relationship, I'm jealous! The title really goes along with teh satisfied, content feeling of the poem. Great job. Though it's short and without rhyme, it's a great write.
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