so steve says, “if you fuck her, do you think you’ll get her out of your system??” *

her breaths come quick
when she is kissing me, her
soft sigh
starting up high

and then descending in
pitch, “hhmnm,”
slightly

muffled by my lips
that
insist

upon knowing the very
best of her tonal ranges
and gasps

while my fingers
slip and hold, she swaying
against my taut arm
cheek crushed againstinto my shoulder

(those gasps come quicker
now, the
rise and
fall
of
winded lungs)

moans

delicious

her curves rest
their weight on my flesh
and i support her
trembling limbs,
and run
my fingers
down
her back and sides




[hardly]






*senior thesis poem