Smudged

tornado warning

my world was in perfect order,
until you slid through my side door,
and kicked off your ruby-red heels,
discarding them onto my floor.

wanton, you sashayed past my pleas,
trailing deep nail marks as you went;
bright lipstick smeared on my collar,
embedding your lush, floral scent.

what else could I do but follow,
and pick up whatever you shed?
white blouse, navy skirt, lacy bra,
and with that, I went where you led.

I found you, gloriously nude,
smearing my clean sheets with desire;
leaving your blush on my pillows,
and setting my insides on fire.

your naked smile lured me to you,
infected with hunger, chaotic.
you tore each button from my shirt,
as you aroused with words, erotic.

I fed your frenzy as you consumed mine,
each of us seeking solace in submission;
both of us forgetting who we were,
each of us finding release in our passion.

you slipped away before daybreak,
leaving a smudge where you had slept;
and a whirlwind of destruction,
as back to dull Kansas you crept.

I’ve been happily restoring order ever since.

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