his scent is cannabis and cologne
while his kiss is sweet remembrance
words dance through his teeth
like tiny ballerinas
though i barely understand
wrapped in the blanket of deceit
i feel purified as
i slip my jeans on and
he slips his tongue down
my thankful throat
he quenches the thirst
i didn’t know i had but
all the time i know
how this will end:
a missing pair of panties
an unanswered phone call
and the promise of a
finish line
