I like dimly lit bars and beer.
I like how you walk purposefully
to me. I like smelling need in
your swet. I like your reserve.
And I like how you stand when you ***
I like the shape of your feet
and how you touch me here
and there with them.
I like how you never go directly for me.
I like when we rub our bodies
together like two sticks, then
warm ourselves
on the heat we generate.
I like how you saved me from my despair.
I liked you--
but now there is only
this dimly lit bar and the beer.
By: Evelyn Augusto
Nov 21, 2017
Nov 21, 2017 at 3:41 PM UTC
I like dimly lit bars and beer.
I like how you walk purposefully
to me. I like smelling need in
your swet. I like your reserve.
And I like how you stand when you ***
I like the shape of your feet
and how you touch me here
and there with them.
I like how you never go directly for me.
I like when we rub our bodies
together like two sticks, then
warm ourselves
on the heat we generate.
I like how you saved me from my despair.
I liked you--
but now there is only
this dimly lit bar and the beer.
By: Evelyn Augusto
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