"nicolle" poems
I walked this street and
Lost myself along the way
By. Savannah Nicolle
Jul 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015 at 11:23 PM UTC
7 PM: Train station snacks. A giggle, a rhyme, and two soulmates.
7.10 PM: A bleeding old woman. Stop for a while.
8 PM: MRT to Esplanade. The MRT sound.
9 PM: A bench in the Gardens by the Bay.
Beer bottles in hand and the relentless snogging.
Her head on his shoulders. Both tipsies.
He is desperate for her body.
9.30 PM: Lying on each other’s back. Seeing the clouds move.
10 PM: MRT to Nicolle Highway. Stop at 7/11. He buys beer for the night.
10.30 PM: Hotel room. She opens the door and he drops the bottles down.
Drinking.
11 PM: He finishes the Chardonnay all by himself, and feels her body against his, a surge of passion moves between their bodies.
He wraps his hands around her drunken body.
They kiss.
His hands on her *******
11:30 PM: They make love like wild kittens, and she moans. He loves her with all the stiffness under his jeans.
12 AM: It is midnight and she is crying. He is trying to console her.
12:30 AM: They pull out each other’s pants and slide against their nakedness. He finishes the last open bottle and puts on the first ****** of his life.
1 AM: Sweating. She is drunk and happy.
He feels his ***** lying outside his ******
Conversation about love, life, home.
1:30 AM: She opens the last beer bottle. Too drunk to be able to walk.
They down it together and make love again.
He feels her teeth biting his manhood.
2 AM: They are sleeping. Side by side. Naked, tired and lost in love.
3 AM: Still sleeping.
4 AM: She wakes up. He is snoring.
5 AM: Both of them awake.
Conversation about love, life, home
6 AM: It’s morning. She picks up her pants and pulls up her top.
She is going back, her bra and belt lying on the floors of their room, just like her heart.
Aug 27, 2017
Aug 27, 2017 at 5:10 AM UTC