By Jenna Holland (poetic_angel@gurlmail.com)
Date: 15 March 1999

No Note on the Dresser...

I let him 
kiss me,
and touch me.

I let him experience
what you took for granted 
over
   and 
     over
again.

He liked it.
He wanted it.
He couldn't get enough of it.

And in the morning,
He was still here.