Monday's Muse on Saturday... poetry from the past

You know what I was thinking today?

I was thinking of that night downtown

That night we were walking and talking

And you took my lips like a thief

Stole my breath

From my lungs

Stole my heart

from my chest

I was wishing that that night

we could have lost control

I wish you had shoved me up against the cold block wall

Pressed my face against the peeling paint job

Pulled my arms above my head

Played my body

Like only you can

Played the game

With my head

Made me cum screaming

Behind a bar downtown

The frat boys could have heard me scream your name