Back to Girlhood
Lean
Arms on hip bone
Slide up over me
-This isn’t happening-
-It isn’t happening-
My hands find yours
Grasp them tightly
Pull them away from
My skin.
You tighten your hold on me
Pull me close
Press my pelvis
Against
Yours.
One last flash of adrenalin
Before sinking in to you
Takes me to the door
You smile
Tell me I’m your inspiration
While I try and fall
Back in to girlhood.
Pamela
Copyright 2003