She said hurt me and it hurt me <br />but I did it because I loved her, <br />at least that’s what I told myself, but I didn’t believe that and neither did she. <br />We just met three hours ago - <br />a flashing passing, a fleeting meeting - <br />the conversation of eyes, <br />introductions in minds, <br />dances in glances. <br />We both knew how this night would end before it began so we gave in. <br />Two hours prior - flirty winks, lots of drinks, lots of jokes <br />and as we spoke I couldn’t help but picture her on the beach <br />under an umbrella like the one in her drink. <br />So when she ordered a sex on the beach that’s exactly what we did <br />in the car by the big Bahamas billboard on the corner, <br />under street light palm trees, <br />on city sidewalks of sand, <br />under the sunlight at noon of the midnight moon, <br />and finally in her bed under her poster of Hawaii. <br />She’d never been there before <br />but there we were tonight <br />on beaches of Broadway on the 17th floor. <br />Drunk out of our minds, intertwined <br />hypnotized by the snake of her spine <br />the curve of her hips, the lines of her back <br />that peaceful place at the nape of her neck <br />her hair like tendrils of angels fingers that she told me to pull harder <br />her fingers that dug into my sides <br />I’ll never forget what she said when she cried, <br />'hurt me.' <br />'hurt me.'<br /><br />I write because I have to<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hurt-me-9/
