You tell me you're bored or <br />I tell you I am and <br />I arrive at your door and <br />we laugh over something clever I say and <br />you play with your hair while you talk and <br />you brush it behind your ear about <br />twenty-seven or <br />twenty-three times and <br />I say how my day went and <br />then you talk about yours and <br />I nod and <br />you nod and <br />I touch you where you like and <br />I kiss you and <br />you moan and <br />we f*** and <br />you move your hips and <br />you moan some more and <br />I say beautiful things and <br />my words dance around the word my stomach won't allow <br />and <br />you shake and <br />I shake and <br />we kiss and <br />I go to the bathroom and <br />I try to hurry because <br />I know you need to use the bathroom too and <br />I hide the condom in paper and <br />I want to flush it down the toilet but <br />I don't know if it would clog it so <br />I just toss it in the bin and <br />I try to pee and <br />I walk out and <br />you go into the bathroom. <br /> <br />And while you're there I <br />always think about <br />writing this <br />but I never do. <br />Tonight you were in the bathroom <br />a while longer.<br /><br />Mitchell Gonzalez<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/so-here-s-how-it-goes/
