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as if we'd never met

This morning,
On the way to class,
We passed,
You wouldn’t look at me.

Last night,
In the bar,
Your eyes,
Met mine.

You winked,
Blew me a kiss,
Played with your tongue,
Licking your lips,
Teasing me.

I ask you,
“Dance”?

We danced.

You in my arms,
Your body against mine,
Your head on my shoulder,
You bit my ear.

You ask for a ride home.

I answered,
“Yes”,
Expecting —nothing;
Hoping —something;
Maybe a kiss.

At your door,
Your tongue down,
My throat,
Your hand,
Grabbing the front,
Of my shirt,
Pulled me inside,
Your room.

Our mouths,
Never separated,
Stumbling in,
Not bothering to,
Close the door.

Your hand,
Unbuckled my belt,
Unzipped my jeans,
Inside my briefs,
Touched,
Stroked,
Me,
Until I was hard.

My hand,
Pushed your,
Pants down,
Slid inside,
Your bikini,
Found you,
Wet,
Separated your lips,
Entered you,
Stroking.

Your hand,
Pulled me,
Free,
Above my briefs.

I pressed you,
Against the wall.

Your hand guided me,
Inside you,
Slid around back,
Of me,
Gripped me there,
Joined by,
Your other hand,
Both,
Leaving nail marks,
I still feel,
This morning.

As I pushed,
You against the wall,
I pushed into you,
Your hands,
Pulled me tight,
Against you,
Deeply inside you.

I withdrew,
Re-entered,
Slammed you,
Against the wall,
With force.

I was bruising,
Your front,
With mine,
Bruising,
Your back,
Against the wall.

Still our mouths,
Were together;
Your tongues,
Playing,
Together.

As you tightened,
Convulsing,
Around me,
I emptied,
Into you.

When our mouths,
Separated,
I was still,
In you,
Thrusting,
Not gently.

You looked into my eyes,
I came a second time,
Deeply within you.

You pushed me back,
Licked your lips,
Looked down at me,
Dripping,
Down the front,
Of your pants,
My jeans,

You reached down,
Gripped me,
Pushed me inside,
My briefs,
Pulled them up,
Covering me,
Pulled my jeans up.

My hand slid,
Down your stomach,
Just as my finger touched you,
Your hand stopped mine,
Your other hand,
Pulled your bikini up,
Covering you,
Pulled your pants up.

You said,
“Tomorrow”.

You smiled.

You kissed your finger,
Pressed your finger,
Against my lips.

You turned me to,
The still open door.

Said, again,
“Tomorrow”.

Closed the door,
Behind me.

Now you,
Act as if,
We’d never met.

Why?
Written by J_J_Jay_Jr
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