And his eyes are sifting toward the hemline of my above-knee cut dress.
I can see the bedroom irises slither through a well faced masquerade.
Sashaying through the blasting music, I swirl my hips and wink to his black-tie suit.
He walks closer.
Sh-sh-shut the door,,
Creep into the dark 4 number thread count mattress
Liquid lips are locked with lustrous intensity.
And I can feel the waistband of his designer jeans fall to the ground.
Tick-tick-tick.
All I can hear is the clock.
And the 3 am party is raging as this room is filled with withering rose petal innocence.
What on earth could possibly replace this repeated scene?
My skin is falling away as his fingers dig crescent moon indents to my thighs.
And I’m starting to smell of sin again.
So maybe it’s time to quit while his heart is still resting absent.
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He is stretching his arms to find her side of the bed empty.
Another night spent in a foreign bed.
The light is seeping through the blinds.
His teeth feel sick and tarnished as does the rest for his body.
Stumbling across the floor, he’s rummaging for his cashmere pride.
Her toned legs are still lodged in his mind but he’s stuck on her face.
He’s not stupid, but he’s not that smart either.
A 12.30 lover and nothing less.
What will become of us?
Author notes
okay; so i'm not to happy with this, but i hope it complies enough with the song, it was definatly written to it.
AP name: Candy Morphine
Prompt: the curse of curves-CIWWAF
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Prompt: One night stand, here we come.
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Thank you for following my rules. This poem was well written. I love the imagery.
The final lines were great as well
"Her toned legs are still lodged in his mind but he’s stuck on her face.
He’s not stupid, but he’s not that smart either.
A 12.30 lover and nothing less.
What will become of us?"
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I really liked that.... it was beautiful. good luck in the contest.
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