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Responsibility repudiation: The towel made me fuck you

It was sweet, then it was hot  
and in my defense I didn't mean to  
rip off your pants.  
 
It was just that the way you shifted,  
not quite making eye contact...  
It's just that I found that my panties were  
no longer wearable, and I  
accidentally let myself  
slip
on
you.
Just a little.  
 
It was like this:  
I just wanted to finish walking off
the summer storm, which traced the  
length of my inner thigh like a memory,  
and made me a little weak.  
Just a little.  
Just enough,  
to realize that I wanted  
to be out of the rain for a while.  
 
And there you were with a fucking towel.  
 
Then I was naked at your kitchen table,  
and you were calm, casually chatting it up,
and I truly wanted to sit there in nothing but a towel —  
my feet on the edge of the chair,  
arms wrapped around my knees,  
lost in a thought for as long as it lasted —
and just be calm, too.  
 
But I guess I let the towel slip.  
Just a little.  
(just enough)
 
You know that perfect moment,  
when the intensity of attraction  
becomes a tangible commodity?  
There's that awkwardness,
which makes you tense up,
lick your lips, hold your breath  
and swallow hard, waiting for the  
moment to shift, praying nobody  
notices you can't  
stand
up.  
 
I looked at my coffee cup,  
swallowed so hard I think they heard it  
four houses over, held my breath,
waited for the fucking moment to pass...  
and out of the corner of my eye,  
I saw you reach your hand under the table  
and adjust yourself.  
 
So it's not my fault you ended up  
pinned to a chair,  
lost beneath a curtain of my hair.  
trying to maintain a civil  
conversation  
while I speak to you  
without words,  
of things that leave the imprint  
of the chair embedded on your back,  
and the taste of my sweat on your conversation...
 
You held out the towel.  
(just a little)
I didn't really mean...  
(just enough)  
 
and the bruises from your  
fingers clenching
dappled my inner thighs,  
and made me forget  
it ever rained.
Written by Betty
Published | Edited 5th Jun 2012
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