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Pris Campbell USA |
Ghost Riders Hands stroke under my sheets, drawing lost loves back to haunt. They piggyback old wants onto your cries. You say forever words when your lips cover mine, yet when I'm astride I see ghosts ride you too. Yesterdays Kiss Our bodies play hide and seek Your tongue probes my mouth, searching for yesterdays kiss. You know how to ask for sex in six different languages. I wish you were as proficient in love. When you leave, I bury my head in your pillow, dare not breathe, lest your scent take me captive again Later your voice crawls out of my answering machine 'I want you' Using that red dress you bought me, I smother your pleas. A Study In Passion Premarital Dress flung onto chair Unzipped pants wadded on floor, we collapse, entangled into an unmade bed moan sigh until the cock crows 'Hello!' Stage One - Marital Perfunctory kiss and a how was your day before dinner, now bored by its wait Later, in a midnight room pants neatly folded, dress hung, we slide carefully under cool sheets and do it Stage Two Hairy arms tickle with their surprising caress I giggle He deflates Another night spent gazing, eyes crossed, in unsated passion, at the tip of my unkissed nose Stage Three - Terminal Remote in hand he dozes burps Lays chips cuddle his lap. 'How to rejuvenate your marriage' manual under one arm I prance, swirl hike tight red skirt to panty line wiggle, simper toss my hair hear static 'Think we should trade for a new model?' he asks, peering around me I glance at the Lays unrumpled by any bulge 'yeah' I say No more Goodbyes For us both so many goodbyes have been spoken, words, promises broken. Come, let us turn our backs on old songs together. I press my palm to your cheek draw tight the drapes, pull your warmth deep beside me in bed. By morning, my love, I promise you; new songs will sing in your head. |
