Prophecy

 
so free, only
her electricity
coursing through me;
 
- - - - - -
 
we were young and drunk
pushed up against a wall
she took the lead, sliding
her sexy lips across mine
swapping saliva like
rhythms n rhymes
 
it was exhilarating
 
but much like lightning
it ended too soon
it was just enough to
make me never forget;
made me remember
fondly, her forever
 
and I still get wet
 
the first time I thought of her
and touched myself
thinking of she touching me
moaning for nothing else
but her smooth ecstasy
and I guess in the end
 
it was a self-fulfilling prophecy
 
because now she’s laying in my bed
with her head on my chest
my hand casually on her breast
the sweet scent of her breath
reminds me...
 
this isn’t a dream
 
this is us
finally open
and free