James Galvan
English 306
Steve Pett
If only for a moment
She asked for a moment
I decided to give her three.
The first moment
We begin to kiss.
Beginning to touch her
all over like an Octopus.
Not so grabby she says.
Realizing she doesn’t like
creatures of the sea.
The second moment
I start to reach up her shirt
Suddenly ripping off all her clothes
Like a kid opening a Christmas present.
Slower she yells
As if the tortoise could actually beat the hare.
The third moment
I can taste the salty rain
As it soaks
both our bodies.
Out of no where
like a race horse
I come to the finish line first.
Uhhg she growns.
Leaving me only to think
That she doesn’t prefer thoroughbreds.
As she showed disappointment
For those moments we shared
I began to wonder
If a minute per moment
was enough.
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