Chi Ma.
miracle miracle@miraclemiracle935004
1 month ago
#poetry
He said I shouldn't call him Senior again.
Many of them have said that.
But I can't. I respect people a whole lot.
That was what I knew them for — my seniors.
His face is not round, a bit flat but still good.
The most outstanding are his lips:
Full, rough, and pink.
Looks like he's been licking them a great deal.
Rough and pink full lips are majestic and appealing.
Have you seen one? Have you tasted one?
Me, neither. I may never taste one in this life, though.
He's hmm hmm in a way. Not too tall, very approachable.
That night, he held me and asked me what the problem was.
You should know my reaction.
I delighted in his bosom.
With him sitting, legs ajar, and me held in between like the femoral artery and vein in the inguinal canal.
I couldn't ask for more, neither could I ask for less.
For me, all the problems didn't matter, only staying in proximity mattered.
It was a lovely moment, but I woke up.
It may never happen in real life.
I was walking down the stairs.
I met him at a crossroads.
That was unexpected, I must say.
I greeted, I always do.
Plastering a smile on my face.
My smiles are priceless.
He smiled back and called me by my name.
We walked along.
He touched my back.
I melted. I felt a caress in the place of a touch.
If I knew that would happen, I'd have worn something that would...
IMAGE NOT MINE
