chicago

it starts with hot breath

 

he leans in to kiss her

 

she runs her fingers through his hair

 

all you can hear is their heavy breathing

 

and the beat of two hearts in sync.

 

 

his hands run down her back

 

they break away

 

she looks in his eyes

 

“are you sure you want to do this?”

 

she nods.

 

 

before they know 

 

shirts are on the floor

 

the last bits of clothes falling off

 

she smiles and kisses him

 

and its gone.

 

 

an entanglement of bodies

 

lips to lips

 

chest to chest

 

shut eyes

 

quiet smiles.

 

 

a perfect cliche

 

the epitome of teenage years

 

your lips next to mine

 

falling asleep in your arms

 

in a chicago hotel  

This poem is about: 
Me

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