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Truth Hurts

Lustful recollection of a first love

By Heather HagyPublished 2 years ago 1 min read
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Truth Hurts
Photo by Yohann LIBOT on Unsplash

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

love poems
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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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