Acrostic

False. hope that sighs from your hot breath, in out in out into my ear. forearms encircled around my chest, fingernails I claw your smooth skin.
Up. down the mattress bounces to your heartbeat. a rhythm to accompany my moaning melody.
Contours. run your hand over my hip. scintillating shivers dance up my spine. Reflexive arch, I turn my head to
Kiss your slightly parted lips. forget the past, bleak future ignored. unwrap the present with the tip of my tongue. they always said I was a talented one.
Mixed. lines, friend, foe, lover, but where to draw? moments of each in disarray. confusion and anger, pain and pleasure, lost to be found, all silenced by the
Earthquake between my thighs.