{"id":51702,"date":"2019-06-22T17:33:18","date_gmt":"2019-06-22T21:33:18","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=51702"},"modified":"2019-06-22T17:33:18","modified_gmt":"2019-06-22T21:33:18","slug":"quickie","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2019\/06\/quickie\/","title":{"rendered":"Quickie"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: center\">Poem 8<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">Quickie ((WARNING&#8230;.if poems like this make you uncomfortable please skip))<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">By: Ashley L Powers<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">Our eyes meet<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">And I get chills down my spine<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">I close my eyes and dream of you<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">Your hands on my thighs<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">My body shakes at the thought of you<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">Wondering what you feel like<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">Grey sweatpants<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">Your imprint<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">The only thing on my mind<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">Lusting, trust me<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">I can imagine you thrusting&#8230;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">&#8230;whew damn now I\u2019m mesmerized<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">Daydreaming<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">Wet dreams<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">And I\u2019m at my peak<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">Temperature rising<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">I would be lying<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">If I said you didn\u2019t bring out my inner freak<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">Open my eyes<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">And to my surprise<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">We\u2019re face to face<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">My back against the bathroom stall<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">Nails in your back<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">You deep inside me<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">Giving me your all<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">I release<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">You release<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">Our energies connect<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">You and I both can\u2019t deny<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">Us together&#8230;.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">Creates some bomb ass sex<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">I wipe the lip gloss from your lips<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">And I fix my hair<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">We straighten up our clothes<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">Sneaking out the bathroom&#8230;.<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">&#8230;..back to work we go<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Poem 8 Quickie ((WARNING&#8230;.if poems like this make you uncomfortable please skip))\u00a0 By: Ashley L Powers &nbsp; Our eyes meet And I get chills down my spine I close my eyes and dream of you Your hands on my thighs\u00a0 My body shakes at the&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1307,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-51702","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/51702","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1307"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=51702"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/51702\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":51706,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/51702\/revisions\/51706"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=51702"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=51702"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=51702"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}