When living in the same
house,
sharing the same roof and wood
with a man
who shared my intimacy
with his friends.

After many storms
and acid words,
I used his door
to reach my place.
I saw him sitting
on his bed, staring at me,
I turned my head to push
the door and felt
his arms holding my hips,
pulling me towards his chest,
those fingers crossing
my lines,
caressing the shape of my
breast.

His lips kissed mine,
all the dislike I felt for him
were gone while
exchanging energy.
I ended up pushing
that door quite often
to satisfy my thirst
of lust and pleasure
with the man I once
hated intensely.