KarMel
Scholarship 2007
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“Tuesday Night” By Amanda
Sinapiades |
Desciption of Submission: I always start with a catch line --
this poem was built around "I'm not there yet…" -- I had just come
from moving out of my girlfriend's house and rather than being mad or angry, I
began remembering everything that was good that we had. 'Tuesday Night' was the
result.
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Her whisper breaks the
heavy air… “I’m not there
yet…” Patience. Friction. Heat.
Explosion. Bliss. Tell-tale excitement already soaking my inner
thighs and everything inside me
is trembling in anticipation for the tip of the tongue that I made her scream dry She offers to clean the
mess she made with a smile and
sex on her breath and I eagerly accept, instantly feeling
fingertips dance across the bare skin
of my lower stomach trailing down… further… faster… stopping… waiting… teasing… she wants to be begged so I bite her ear and whisper ever so
slowly “Fuck me, babygirl…” and she does with those eyes that make
me arch my back and claw hers I’m on top of the world or rather my world’s on top of me--- spinning so fast I’m breathing
breathless--- shaking screaming
st-t-tuttering and coming HARD It’s another Tuesday
night. |