Why is it that you close your eyes when you fuck me?
Who are you seeing and dream of?
Is it another lover from a distant time?
Is it man or woman that takes you from me?
Worry not that I am angry,
for there are other lovers that haunt
my dreams as well.
It’s not anger or jealous that makes me inquire
but mere curiosity
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Norma Jean Demaggio is a full time writer. Her writing can also be found on Katherine Press, The Camel Saloon, Rusty Truck and The Circus of the Damned.
I catch your eye as we both walk down the street,
going the opposite way from each other.
Oh I know that look well,
you are thinking of us tangled
in the sheets, sweaty and tired.
I think we should keep our shoes on when we fuck
so we can both run away afterwards
Or how about leaving our clothes on so the getaway
is that much quicker, for you see I already feel
the disappointment and lonely setting in
Or we could just skip this all together
and keep going on our separate ways
All this goes through my mind in a flash
as I lower my eyes and move on past
Rusty Truck