There was a swiftness in the way
you moved -
the way your fingers knotted in my hair,
and your lips fluid like warm molasses,
as our skin glowed in the light of a TV set.
Tall, dark, and handsome,
like one handcrafted by a God,
you had a touch like fire
that burned an imprint in my mind forever.
Fluent in the way you moved,
you strung together each moment with a kiss.
It was everything I wanted
and finally what I got -
like closing a book I had been infatuated with
from the start,
finally finished.
"Damn" slips through your teeth,
and it's over.
The one time things were
simple, over so quick.