"davina" poems
...They had gone for drinks. Then dancing. Then kissing. Then that night as he lay on her brothers spare couch, too drunk to drive, she kissed him goodnight. He wanted more and she wanted nothing more than to have it.
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Two days later they were in a sweet little tent of sheets. Two days after that they were there again. And again for a week. She swore the air was foggy, the way his big hands and even bigger arms made her feel was like something out of her deepest longings. They took off each others glasses and looked into each others blurry eyes, her hair was curling in that wet air, her cheeks were red and he was falling quickly down her caverns. He kissed her face until the sun came up and then willed it to go back down. But she had other things to do.
Eugene had schemes and dreams for Davina, he wanted to take her far away and make her happy. He could too and she knew it. Terrified, she ran away swift and quick. She was in such danger of being content with the heart of someone else. He barely saw her go.
The air wasn't wet anymore, her waist was lonely without his fingerprints. But her eyes were dry and strong her thighs.
She burned the cabin down, left him with her lavender lace and took back her blurry eyes.
Jun 2, 2016
Jun 2, 2016 at 11:22 PM UTC
I'll keep this brief
Davina McCall Presents comic relief
but evades tax like a ******* thief
I've got endless wit
you two faced hypocrite
you make me sick
My friend said it's stupid to care
oh well ignorance is bliss
reading this story in the paper
made me ******
Jun 27, 2017
Jun 27, 2017 at 8:22 PM UTC