|
I remember wrapping my arms around you and closing my eyes, slow dancing with you in the rain. A cold drop slipped down my neck, like it was your finger. But you were not cold against me – you were warm, Your breasts burning against me so hotly that they felt larger than usual. I kissed your lips clumsily; they were wet and slick, mine were too. We fumbled our lips as they slipped, Like two people who were incompetent at kissing, and then kept kissing. |
Copyright ©2015 Ashi Shadow - 6/23/15 on Katie.
I'm not sure we ever kissed drenched by the rain.
We may have.
I remember the feeling of kissing her.
I considered making "A cold drop" the start of a new stanza.
Reading the poem again weeks later, I felt tempted to add "for longer" after "kept kissing."