SaturatedA Poem by KathrynSee these sins your making? I've made them all before. I'm completely Saturated with the things I've done. You press me against the shower wall and you bang me like those drums...I lay on the ground, sprawled out, Soaking up the sounds of the music Washing over me in waves of rhythms. My fingers and toes tap to the blues Coming from a harmony of guitars. My body feels the vibrations from the drums. Drumming, beating, throbbing: And all this noise reminds me of last night. We hang up the phone and you reach For the keys to your car. You pull up in a little black sports car And I wear a dress to match it, making some comment like, I'm a 0-to-60 kinda girl, but it takes a while For me to hop in the car. You laugh and I laugh and your smile Coaxes me to slip into the passenger seat. Next thing I know, we're traveling down Dark back roads with winding curves And you turn in all the right places Keeping the pedal low and desperately speeding. Pull in, park, cut ignition, turn off the headlights, Head inside for an adventure. A stairwell separation between clothed and naked And next thing I know, we're in a steamy bathroom Hidden behind a shower curtain Letting the water wash over us. I feel the tiny beads of liquid Drumming, beating, throbbing on my skin. I feel your fingers drumming, beating, throbbing down my body. Your lips touch my lips and our tongues Tangle themselves slowly behind 1,000-watt smiles. My ears are ringing and my head is buzzing And I'm dizzy with adrenaline. You press me against the shower wall And I think to myself, we're really happening, aren't we? © 2009 KathrynReviews
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3 Reviews Added on February 18, 2009 AuthorKathrynChapel Hill, NCAboutHere lies pieces of who I am. As for all my poems and stories: read them, take them for what they are worth, comment on them, leave criticism... but above all else, let yourself enjoy it, relat.. more..Writing
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