Tight Spaces

We ended up in the laundry room
dark, tight, miniature encolsing
as others watched a movie in the chamber neighboring
I felt the dangerously careless vixen in me emerge
as my eyes glanced up and down her figure sillouetted
by the pale yellow light gently gliding in through shutter craters
illuminating inches of skin at a time,
flikering in her eyes like rain droplets interuppting the ocean
my heart pace began to run sprints across unknown lands
but I, the siren, was not overwhelmed by the beats ryhmically pounding within-
mesmerized by my own self being, the great assurance-
the seductress I had instantly become-
she startled me until the lights in her eyes told me it was all right
and then I played my part out to the fullest I could-
kissing her tender lips with insane desire
sitting on top the cool metal contraptions-
wrapping limbs around her tightly.
I let my fingers descent-
innocently like an amateur fiend
guiltfully like a perfectly adroit lustful beast
quietly like the ocean the water droplets entered and dizzolved into without fame-
I didn’t need to experience all of you to be this coquette I claim to be
maybe others wouldn’t see me in that way- but she knows-
and as I kissed her, my lips danced upon hers
as if she was the sweetest candy offered for free-
I sat with her alone in the darkness-
on top the freezing metal gadget
devouring the excitement of those few minutes-
or hours- that past us like my years of life have past me-
after our exit, the movie was still keeping the others entertained,
ergo we took upon us the opportunity,
crept into the washroom, letting our lips nibble at each other some more-
as I reached to the cold metal doorknob
and turned the lock harshly to the right-