It’s over
We’re done
We’re not dating anymore
That never stopped us before
But on the back of the car?
Yes
In the driveway?
Yes
But someone might see us
Exactly
She pursed her lips
And looked down at his nightstand
Two hundred
I don’t have that kind of money
I know
Then why?
If you can’t pay…
But this is art
It’s sex
It’s sex in an artistic medium
VHS is an artistic medium?
Breaking up was becoming a matter
For lawyers
So many details
Compromises & negotiations
Some stranger than others
You can wear the top ok?
I’ll still be naked
You’ll be partially naked
Let me wear the skirt too
Fine but you only get fifty
If he couldn’t have her
He’d have celluloid memories
Play, pause, masturbate
Rewind to the money shot
She knew how to moan
Like a starlet
Like this?
Bent over under sparkling skies
Yes, don’t move
Pavement under her feet
Ready for action?
Camera rolling
He had learned so much from her
She was the experienced traveler
He the novice lover
She was growing bored
He had grown obsessive
Yes
Make it good
This is the last time he’d know her secrets
A last time that would replay forever in his VCR
On many lonely nights
But she’d be gone
Yes, Harder, Yes
A tear rolled down his face
And landed on her back
The intensity was purely psychological
An expression of loss
Give it to me!
His arms gripped around her
She bucked back into him
Her shrieks echoed into the night sky
He shuddered with awe
Cut
The scene ended too quickly
It’s over? She asked surprised
Yes He wept to himself
It’s over
We’re done
Sitting Pretty
Pin-Up Girl By. Filoso
Ten seconds in her presence
and my reasoning retired
Even though the lady kept her distance
our spirits were definitely wired
Her influential strides
and opulent smiles
spiced a dull conversation
and gave it momentum
Her enticing lips harassed my mellow thoughts
as she cheekily applied make up
My stares were embarrassed getting caught
and I looked away
Her tongue curled as each phrase
found me – its’ captive audience
My wrist attempted to wave
and failed
Her smile crushed my knees
victims of weights unknown
My being was screaming - please!
Don’t leave me here alone
Her stumbling gaze penetrated
Giving an ounce of pleasure
I was temporally sedated
but preferred to be wide awake…
Mylovepoet
