I wrote this. I liked it. I hope you do, too. For my FGL, of course. – xoxo : )
I WORE YOU EVERYWHERE
I saw you hanging there, in the back.
So I shrugged you on, like a sweater.
You were warm, and scratchy.
Like you’d been left on the floor,
And I liked it.
So I wore you everywhere.
I wore you everywhere,
Like a t-shirt. The kind I slept in,
And had pleasant dreams.
The kind in which you got to second base.
You wrapped around me like the best pair of jeans
And you thought I had a great ass.
So I wore you everywhere because
You completed the outfit,
No matter the shoes I wore that day.
The ones I could run in, the tall ones,
Or maybe those boots you liked.
You fell over me, like a camisole
Of the finest, smoothest silk,
Caressing the secret places
With lace kisses – delicate and barely there.
I wore you everywhere, underneath
So nobody could see – but I felt you,
The buffer between.
You made me feel so pretty.
I wore you like a suit,
Tailored to my body, hugging each curve
Hanging from my shoulder the way
I hung from your every word.
I wore you everywhere, and they could see
I meant business.
I wore you like a pair of sunglasses,
sometimes admittedly, blissfully rose-colored.
Sometimes to see the same things
in a way I’d never seen them, like your face.
And the way it looked at mine. Sometimes.
But mostly large, like the ones you wear
when your head hurts from losing
what your heart thought it had.
That hangover feeling –
I wore it everywhere.
I wore holes in you, everywhere
I touched, burning with want for more,
For better, to feel the silk of your breath
between rough kisses,
The soft cotton of your skin
Against my own, a blend;
Something that has never been