Last night your perfume transferred
you were left on my sheets
when they smell like this
I can’t help but write.
Listen, you’re the girl
riding on the saddle
thumbs hooked and guiding
loosely around your waist
making sure your ride is steady and safe.
Together we go up and over
all the hills and valleys.
This ride of ours
is going to go both ways
through the rough dark places
to the bright gentle walk
softly meandering through water.
Hips famously sway
like you’re a natural cowgirl.
The push and pull of last night
has left certain marks,
this dance of ours
can’t be taught because
this connection is different
starting and ending with
a mixture of rough and delicate.
We inch up super close
it feels good to lay with you
counting out all our fucked up feelings.
There’s a whole bunch of love
we’re constantly jumping over,
when you wear those tiny outfits
wasted and wanting more of you.
Maybe you’re my first time girl
and I’m supposed to behave
to act a certain way,
the only problem with that is
I’m hardwired to want more of you.
We’re awful at keeping secrets
I can promise you this though,
forever and always
is always for you
I want you back
on the saddle
soon.
Dragonfly Poetry 