from thin/full, confident lips,
while curious hands find the hem
of my pleather/tennis skirt
warm but forceful hands
directing/coaxing my body,
pushing/guiding me onto the bed
rolling in bed
with sheets that aren’t mine/
sheets that aren’t even his
a body that doesn’t move
at the same rhythm as mine.
a body that doesn’t even tune into
sleeping on the edge of the bed,
his body turned away/
his body clinging onto mine,
his erection pressing into me
leaving before dawn
and walking home alone, unseen/
waking up in the afternoon
in his embrace/beside him
waking up in an unfamiliar room/
in a room i’ve become too familiar with
©️ 2018 Vic Romero
I ran into one of the friends that had said they were coming to my birthday bash but never showed up, at the dining hall. She apologized..apparently her pre-party nap caused her to sleep through the whole party. We ate breakfast together and chatted, it was really nice.
I had met her at a party about a month ago because she was friends with a girl who was friends with my friend. I liked her instantly and got her number, but I did not anticipate using it. I didn’t think I was going to see her again and when I’m drunk, I tend to collect the phone numbers of people I talk to for at least a minute, and I don’t usually contact them again.
But then I saw her again at another party and we talked the whole night. She’s super attractive and has a sexy voice so when she informed me that she just had a nasty breakup with her boyfriend and that she’s bi, I wanted to be the one to make her forget all about him.