The first time, our last night, by Sadie Carter
|
We are home alone,
in my big manhattan apartment.
We are watching sope operas on the televison.
We look at eachother and rush into our room.
He dimms the light,
I crawl into bed.
We get unchanged,
And make love.
We have our sex for almost two hours,
hoping it worked.
He lies in bed,
feeling a bit tired.
I look at him, and he looks strange.
Suddenly,
the worst happens.
He dropps onto the flor.
The doctors were right.
We shouldn't have had sex.
to b cont.. |
Posted: 2007-02-09 22:43:07 UTC |
This poem has no votes yet. | To vote, you must be logged in.
|
To leave comments, you must be logged in.