S(ex)

- b.d. (bio)

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I enter the room.
I notice you lying in bed,
clothes scattered on that wooden floor.
You seize me with those soft hands,
greeting me with a single kiss
releasing the desire from my green eyes

and surrendering to the blue in your eyes.
I dim the lights in the room,
overwhelmed with the anticipation of our next kiss.
My mind races as I walk closer to the bed
watching the way you whirl your hands
exciting even the walls and the floor.

We made love once on that floor,
back when the fire burned brighter in your eyes,
when you held my heart in your hands,
when I didn’t feel like I was alone in the room,
when I didn’t worry if you were coming back to bed,
when I always felt the spark of your kiss.

You persuade me with that next kiss.
My mind pirouettes and falls to the floor
yet acquiesces to the call of your bed.
Oh, those lustrous eyes
command all doubt to escape the room.
The sweat consumes my hands.

I slide into bed with the help of your hands,
fireworks exploding with each kiss,
quiet to most but quivering all in the room.
The red covers quickly sink to the floor
and as each inhalation reignites the light in your eyes,
I loosen my grip and you slip out of bed.

You rise like a monster from under the bed
and drop a knife you held in your hands.
The look of love turns to disgust in your eyes
you plant your final kiss.
There’s a warm pool on the floor
Love is blind and deaf in the room

where you reaped that primal kiss.
I lie on that wooden floor,
watching you strut out of the room.