Truth Hurts
Lustful recollection of a first love
You said
give me a poem
about sex
I said
OK we fucked last night
the end
You insisted
on something more
personal, pornographic
I agreed
closed my eyes
remembered, recreated
My back against the wall
his body so close
we stand in guilty silence
in the guest room of the house
I know I won’t turn away
I want him now
as I wanted him then
I pull him against me
Mouths crush, lips part
eager tongues find sweetness
freeze this stolen moment
and hold onto it forever
He pulls back, teasing
yanks off his wrinkled shirt
I laugh, he smiles
down goes my cotton dress
We stumble to the bed
naked, hands groping
his eyes lock with mine
then he’s inside me
Quiet, we can’t keep quiet
too hard, too fast, too good
moans escape, sighs ensue
bodies rock in perfect rhythm
The orgasm is brilliant, blinding
can’t breathe, don’t want to
just stay inside me
don’t go away again
You said
what the fuck
is that true
I said
oh right
that wasn’t you
You asked
for nothing more
diminished, dejected
I agreed
turned away
unfeeling, unapologetic
unfinished
About the Creator
Heather Hagy
Stephen King fan (but not like Annie "I'm your #1 fan" Wilkes cuz I'm sane and she's not)
Horror/supernatural are my favorite writing genres
Wife to 1 and mom to 4 humans, 4 dogs, 6 cats, and a dragon
"Jaws" is the greatest movie ever
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