There was something in the way
she left nail marks in my...
shoulders...
and she rode me for hours...
and she liked to be up against
the shower...
and she told me to dosomethingabout_it...
and she liked to watch my eyes...with me
behind her...
and she begged me to tell her things in her
moment...
and she wanted all that I could give her.
The night we crashed into the table,../with
wine wetting the moments;
and on the carpet in the bedroom.
The way she took me in the kitchen,
{pressed against cool Lemon tiles; with
dinner burning}...
and she thought that I ought to
****/the/brat/right/outta/her...
it was so much to savor...
but knowing how I know her
...what she really needed was someone to
save
...her.