Urban Love Story

urban love story
2008 (c) Claudia MelGregory

i touched myself the day after
for the first time

told you i loved you

and then i cried

fingers too short to recreate the depth of each stroke
the candlestick felt nothing like flesh

i froze in Olivia's Pleasure Chest too shy to make a purchase
though I craved a stand-in for your last performance

so i wandered the aisles thinking that this one or that one
might look like yours, might feel like yours
with my face burning

you had to have it everyday

and i didn't mind having been transformed into your slut
letting you do it like this or like that even when it hurt

i began to like the pain

a measurement of your want
until you took it away

your want
my pain

and replaced it with ache
and need for friction
my thighs hug each other for release

the fabric of my bras had never made my nipples tingle

until you

fucked me a last time
in parting
i orgasmed a first time
under that tender goodbye

having never known before
your fingers could burn me
or that your mouth could tease
rather than bite

or how your tongue would feel in my cunt

i think I fell in love
wouldn't have bothered
had I known crash and burn
would follow after-glow

i'd have rather had the pain to remember you by

your over eagerness to plow into flesh
before flesh is ready
gagging because there was too much of you to swallow
weeping face down in the pillow when you
wanted tightness of ass to squeeze you

you were too selfish to leave me those memories

so i touch myself
holding the image of your face
and pretend it was always like that last night

i tell you i love you
and then i cry