Single NightsA Poem by Livana Lowell
a poem about being single
I kissed a guy
and tasted vodka
with a tinge of bar smoke
mesmerized by the way his eyes spoke.
I followed his sultry voice
outside where his hands found my hips
and I licked the freedom off his lips
the freedom in knowing I can forget his name,
in knowing he will forget mine
in knowing I could get lost in a good time
But we only kissed
and when he left, I smiled.
It felt good to be wild once in awhile.
© 2017 Livana Lowell
AboutSooo, hello guys! Not much to say about me. I've been a writer since I was in kindergarten. I used to write stories about dinosaurs surviving the meteor (my favorites ones usually lived) because I had.. more..
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