Damn
what the fuck am I supposed to do now?
You’re even more gorgeous than I remember
it’s not just your frame
the way you carry yourself and
the beauty of your face
in and of itself
but the way you glance at me
I can tell it’s mutual
and there’s chemistry
a definite meeting of the minds
from the deep oceans
of our respective feelings
commitment to our causes to
the superficial ease
of laughter and
I get yous.
I’d been looking forward to this all day
more than I should
or wanted to say
and now I can’t shake
the buzz
I don’t know what to do because
there’s nothing to do
no hope because you’re taken
and I’m not that kind
of woman.
In the past, just
knowing a fine man was coupled
mercifully took him off my radar
but now it seems to be
broken
Damn
and we want to work together
could be so powerful, yet
I want to put my hands on you
feel your lips and tongue
on the back of my neck
that sweet spot
that melts me and makes me
gooey and warm
like oven fresh cake
moist all over
opened and steaming
your teeth nibbling
grazing my abdomen
blazing a trail to ecstasy
and I explode
in the release of waiting.
I want to retreat
into the comfort of female stereotypes
surrender
myself and all responsibility
without requesting any accountability
relieve your masculine tension
and mine
so you can go back to her
guilty but satisfied.
Maybe there’s more
to this story
but right now I’m on fire
0% contained
with no way
to douse my flames
save the cool water
in a glass just out of reach
the balm of two lips I can’t have
and the salve
of a heart
that isn’t mine.
© S. Rinderle, 2012
