Tuesday

It'll be just like last time

On Tuesday

We'll drink vodka 

Laughing on your living room floor

Finally, we'll both get tired of pretending

And you'll lunge at me

Pushing me down on the cheap carpet

Lips on mine the whole time

We'll laugh through the others mouth

Your hands creeping up my shirt

And

And

And

Until it's useless and I'll take it off

(I think I left it under the coffee table)

Then you'll take of yours

My hands shaking

From excitement lust

And

And

And

I unhook your bra

I'm good at that by now

You take off mine

We laugh again

At ourselves 

Then our lips are together again 

And I'm still laughing

Because look at me

Just like the first time 

In your old dorm room long ago

I didn't know what to do 

But we were both drunk and

I'd gone to bed with no bra on

And

And

And

This time we giggle

On the living room floor 

Touching

Until we move to that same bed in a different bedroom 

And our giggles turn to moans

And god you feel so good

I love your skin

Your hands in my hair

What we do

And

And

And