The Gentleman

I carry her limp, drunken body
in my arms
my hands holding her legs
the soft caress of her velvet pants on my skin
shirt shifting on her torso
wiggling it's way further down
she lay so open
her flaws unhidden, everything about her exposed
I lay her down on my bed
the opportunity so perfect
to take advantage
of her comatose state
but I feel as though it's my duty
to be chivalrous
so I place the covers on her
and I sleep on the floor

by Meghan

Comments (1)

Awww...I like it. I've never read a poem like this before, it's so different! Good job~ Preets