about last night

worked my way past her waistband
divin into wet warmth
other hand under her shirt
thumb circlin her nipple

she arched against me
as my fingers explored deeper inside her
the gasp that fell from her lips
better than any drink I’ve ever tasted

“more” she whispered
lips brushin against my ear
thighs partin wider
her palm slidin against hardness thru my jeans

then suddenly she pushed me back
eyes dancin with a playful mischief
my hands trailin her departure
groanin at the loss of contact

“you want the rest?” she teased
slidin her pants down and kickin them off
fingertips grazed her skin as I reached out
and she twisted away
runnin towards the stairs

I chased after her
hand grippin the railin for balance as I ran
my thumb snagged and twisted
popped like a champagne cork

I doubled over
clutchin my hand and glanced down
my thumb was shifted out of place
and for bout ten seconds
the world narrowed into throbbin pain

it quickly faded into a dull ache
as my body remembered other priorities
“tis but a scratch” I forced a laugh
thru a wave of nausea

she froze on the landin
wide eyes and gloriously half naked
she descended the stairs
with talks of emergency rooms
and puttin on pants

I followed her downstairs arguin
“it can wait”
unwillin to surrender my pursuit
to a mangled hand
“I just need ten minutes
and some ibuprofen”

she kept movin
“it’s not even my good hand”
she tossed shoes at me
“the right one’s just for balance
and flippin people off”

she rolled her eyes
but I could see her lips twitch
a little lust still lingerin in her smile
like she knew damn well
this was just a delay

the doctor barely looked at me
just gripped my wrist
twisted my thumb back into place
with a sickenin pop
and a bored nod

I gritted my teeth
and swallowed a curse
the doctor asked if I was good
I glanced at him then at her

head tilted
scrollin thru her phone
lips slightly parted
the same lips that had begged for more
that would’ve wrapped round me
if I’d just had five more minutes

yeah…
this could’ve waited