Friday, February 3, 2012


Another One-Minute Writer prompt.  This one was fun.  True story, meteor shower and all ;-)

lying on them holding
raining stars
Over his shoulder
I watched
just kids, but we knew how to kiss
and fuck.  
At that age, 
the scratches on your back 
are worth it. 
Squeal of the hinges
on the old screen door.
frantic scramble in the dark
giggles swallowed
"I'll be there in a minute, momma....
Alone again.
In the dark.
A slide and a scrape
pulling the threads
of my silk panties
wiggling back in my britches
little crumbles and dirt
get stuck in the even softest of places
One last tackle
sharpness pressing skin against his weight
tender skin breaks the fiercest, you know.
but at that age
It's worth it. 



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