deepundergroundpoetry.com

Loss = Gain

He so got me.  
Even though he thought he wouldn’t get me.  
I had told him I was waiting ‘til I got married. Some sort of religious thing.
That kind of crazy was I at the time, the kind of crazy that didn't happen, over there in his country.  
So in love, he thought that shit was cute.  
I didn't. It frustrated me, leaving me drenched and bitchy.  
 
One late night return from the discothèque.  
Sweat-soaked clothes clinging to our bodies.  
My single dormitory bed wouldn’t  
hold us side to side that night.  
I climbed on top and reached for the nightclub giveaway I had nonchalantly grabbed upon exiting.  
I ripped open the foil gift with my teeth.  
'What are you doing?' 'T’es sûre?!?' 'What about your future husband?'  
We were futureless, from different worlds.  
I smiled silently and continued. Unwrapped, and rewrapped over his sèxe like I had been doing this all my life.  
Then coyly sat back down on the sweetest man ever to lose anything to.  
 
 
R.
Written by Rachelleundrgrd
Published | Edited 7th Nov 2019
Author's Note
Written for the competition around losing one’s virginity. But mainly written to remember a sweet, sweet moment in an innocent time.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 6 reading list entries 2
comments 14 reads 763
Commenting Preference: 
The author is looking for friendly feedback.

Latest Forum Discussions
SPEAKEASY
Today 7:45am by Grace
POETRY
Today 7:18am by NikkyleeWriter
SPEAKEASY
Today 7:16am by NikkyleeWriter
COMPETITIONS
Today 6:35am by dimpy
COMPETITIONS
Yesterday 00:57am by Ms_LaCarte
SPEAKEASY
Yesterday 11:39pm by Ahavati