Pretzel Poem by Belle Violet

Today it seems
the oddest thing;
I think my heels
are made up of
springs.
I’m bouncing and happy,
And can’t help
from smiling,
and I wonder
if that’s
got to do with
the fact
That I woke up
next
to you,
Your arm numb
and dripping
my drool.

And it occurred to me, then
that I’ve never seen
a better
looking
man.
Above me with
your arms around me,
your face perfectly
content.

And your blue, blue, blue,
they-make-me-love-you
eyes.
Your energetic thighs.
I can’t help but be rapt
and start gasping
for breath
when we finish;
A puddle of sweat,
my hair,
a wreck,
and you,
looking down on my face.
That arrogant smirk
you wear
like a badge
because I can’t help
that you make my legs shake.

I think I could do this forever.
I think I’d get used to
being that pretzel -
parasitic and bound
to your waist.
I confess; you are
the sexiest man
that’s ever worn
my taste.