Description: this is just about those everyday things everynight things i guess how sex becomes kinda ritual and when it doesnt work out when youare tired or just not into it how it doesnt seem to matter as much hmmm anyway what do yah think
EVERY BED IN EVERY HOUSE -------------------------------------------
Dab of perfume on my thighs
I let your breath settle on my forehead for a minute or two
It never takes long to awaken.
You moan in your sleep
My hands moves like silk over you I move my head to your belly
Anticipating the taste
You turn towards the red numbers
Its 2:00
I go back to the floor and light the days last cigarette.
I absolutely love the last three lines of this piece. I'm not sure why, but it just evoked such emotion from the sheer simplicity. It's odd how that works sometimes. Wonderful poem.
Submission Name: EVERY BED IN EVERY HOUSE
