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images of she

danced on my tongue

like lies told at bachelor parties

we were

miles past the formalities

so our hellos were just roadblocks

conversation became detours

like orange barrels in construction zones

what i wanted

was to race past traffic

and lay kisses like road maps

from her thighs

to her

smile

take her commute

from mundane

to miraculous

give her a reason to leave home

just to come back home again

leaving

the key in the lock

and forgetting to make sure the door shut behind her

i wanted to go from being behind her

to being her future

she still smelled like peppermint bubble bath when she walked through the door

so i quickly

poured all of her into my soul

and began drinking her body with slow sips

see i

i wanted to taste away her day

drink her problems from her fingertips

until her hands

were empty enough to caress the back of my head

i wanted to

swallow

whatever kept her from running

so she could wrap her legs around my shoulders

i wanted to remind her

that no matter how her day started

it could always end like this

because roadblocks and detours

still come with alternate routes

and the anticipation of the destination

often makes for a better ride

so i lied

when they asked why i missed the bachelor party

i told them that i got caught in traffic

that my destination

wasnt predestined

that where they were

didnt come with alternative directions

but the truth is

the minute you walked in

smelling like peppermint bubble bath

i was already

tasting

where i wanted to be

(paulwroteit/copyright 2013)