You tell me you're bored or
I tell you I am and
I arrive at your door and
we laugh over something clever I say and
you play with your hair while you talk and
you brush it behind your ear about
twenty-seven or
twenty-three times and
I say how my day went and
then you talk about yours and
I nod and
you nod and
I touch you where you like and
I kiss you and
you moan and
we f*** and
you move your hips and
you moan some more and
I say beautiful things and
my words dance around the word my stomach won't allow
and
you shake and
I shake and
we kiss and
I go to the bathroom and
I try to hurry because
I know you need to use the bathroom too and
I hide the condom in paper and
I want to flush it down the toilet but
I don't know if it would clog it so
I just toss it in the bin and
I try to pee and
I walk out and
you go into the bathroom.
And while you're there I
always think about
writing this
but I never do.
Tonight you were in the bathroom
a while longer.
Mitchell Gonzalez
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/so-here-s-how-it-goes/
