You, Eros

You, Eros.   Left me by the crisp pool, too much sunblock running in rivulets down my back, stomach,Slowly down fat fat double cream thighs.You, too rich for my palette when I like my chili-dog çankaya escort with ketchupYou licked above my upper lip. I watched the horizon for a sign you’re rus escort back.Waiting on a plastic Adirondack – nipples tight, knees loose, boombox so wet.Popping eryaman escort stale bubble-gum behind glitter heart sunglasses too big for anything.Pop and pop deflate. Wishing you justRemembered the promise you made to 16 year old me  Right before you purloined my sticky-too-sweet-strawberry tart. Somewhere, you’re sitting on a celestial bench dipped in milky ways and teenage awkwardness.Smiling to that next girl you’ll rotate out on your assembly line of love.