i hesitated to post this. it is adult in nature, BUT, it has already been submitted for c&c to my workgroup ages ago and was thought well of and it is a favorite one of mine. so be forewarned. it's a poem, ya know??



green quilt

white skin damp against white skin
a dark green quilt makes the curves and lines
legs, thighs, arms, hollows and hills, shine

dark eyes look down into darker
as i fit myself over you
heated muscles, a silky wetness

holding you as close as a condom could
gentle squeeze and release, over
and again

bending back, white skin, white ceiling
forward, dark eyes, green quilt, moist
words that i taste from your mouth

we wear each other's passions
like birthmarks underneath clothes
unseen but familiar, always there.

too soon, you go home.
i strip the green quilt from the bed and
stuff it into the washing machine,

now your scent is left
only between my legs.