~with lines from Paralyzer by Finger Eleven, which in 2007 was regularly played on the radio
I no longer remember how it started—we were
friends, sure, but to cross into something more
required an intentional act.
I am imagining
a dark lit place
or your place or my place
When we finally touched, brief and frantic
and my hands hot against your skin, I knew
I wouldn’t stop, my body turning toward you,
wet and wanting.
I seem to be struck by you
I wanna make you move
When you pressed into me, pushed me against
the wall, fingers slipping under my skirt, fingers
sliding into the slick of me.
If your body matches
what your eyes can do
I rode your hand, my mouth pressed against
your ear, detailed what I’d do to you. Later,
I fucked you hard, dragged ditches in your back
with my nails. After, you returned to your wife,
I returned to my empty bed.
You’ll probably move right through
me on my way to you.
Courtney LeBlanc is the author of Beautiful & Full of Monsters (Vegetarian Alcoholic Press), chapbooks All in the Family (Bottlecap Press) and The Violence Within (Flutter Press). She is also the founder and Editor-in-Chief of Riot in Your Throat, an independent poetry press. She loves nail polish, tattoos, and a soy latte each morning. Read her publications on her blog: www.wordperv.com. Follow her on twitter: @wordperv, and IG: @wordperv79.
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