Poem: One Of Those Girls

Listen * Melting * Fusion * Spice * Slide * Back * Door * Payment * Tower

One Of Those Girls

Careful. I’m one of those girls who eats cinnamon
Sticks way back in her mouth rolling my tongue
Then kissing you with hot sweet spices–flavor
That girl who’ll sneak you in the back door
Pour you a glass of sweet tea to prevent you
Melting in the heat that is this tangible passion
I’m one of those girls who says I’ll listen
Pressing my ear against your heart counting 1-2
As your presences looms over me like some tower
Dark and leaning like a forgotten Pisa moment
Watch me. I’m that girl who’ll slide down you
Never asking payment for these forbidden moments
Where you and I create a symphony of kinds
Hot sweet cinnamon against your pressing lips
Fusion of my lava heat belly to your belly
As I join what is that singular moment of me
To that sturdy presentation of your lust
Careful. I’m one of those girls…

Stephanie Arwen Lynch
9/7/2008

Readers Note: I have to admit to enjoying this piece. There are a few moments in it that don’t scan exactly as I might like but for 8 minutes of writing time…I’m well pleased with this.

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