A Poem by E. Solórzano

she is deeply sorry.

In loving memory of Faithfulness
We are not sure yet
but Apology is better that pouring alcohol
to Wound.

Normal day, as an usual day
but at the second clock I noticed
something was off
Didn't dare to ask because I'm afraid
Afraid of Anger

At the middle of the second clock
the air was chilly, relaxing
Hand on the desk

But, Oh! What a fancy Hand,
Something to please this kink
to please this Fetish 
That was not my goal though

Playful and silly, our Hands
battling for dominance
One on top of the Other
Playful and silly

That was when the whole thing
slowed down
Softly and Slowly
Tender, like Lover Hands

The Worst, my Hand was enjoying it

Soon, it wasn't about dominance
It was about Softness
Slowly, His caressing Mine
Fingers touching my Bare skin

I drowned in my Fetish
because it was Soft
because it was Impossible
but Our Hands, reaching the Climax
They Separated, not looking at the Other's eyes. 

© 2018 E. Solórzano

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Added on September 20, 2018
Last Updated on September 20, 2018
Tags: poetry, relationship, love, poem, hands, personal, affair


E. Solórzano
E. Solórzano


Young and Mexican. I write poetry and stories in both English and Spanish. more..