Dear person who licked my thigh
Did I taste like the last girl
Who drank too much under your watchful eye
Were her curves the same as mine
Did she say it was all fine
I had you in my mouth
Were they watching
As you had me in yours
How did I walk away with bruises
Blood stains on the inside of my jeans
While you maintain an easy lean
When I asked you to have a drink
To ease the painful awkwardness
I meant my own
But you were fine to say
Hey, I’m ok
While the bruises grow darker on my leg
And the thoughts of you replaying the scene
Over and over
Makes me pour this wine
Over and over
Is it so dramatic to imagine that what we did
Warrants thought and a discussion
I mean
You can barely look me in the eye
