Lost and Found

I dig through my couch,

looking for loose change.

I unearth a quarter

underneath one cushion.

I throw another cushion to the floor.

After another 20 cents, I find my remote

to the TV I broke a year ago.

I had thrown a stiletto at it

the night Scott came over.

I haven’t kissed another guy

since that night. Dinner

at the Starlight Tower.

We went back to my couch for the 10 O’clock News.

“There’s a clam bake in Salt Lake tomorrow,”

I started to say when his mouth

descended upon mine.

20 seconds later the first shoe flew

across the room, followed

by his shirt and tie.

His lips started roaming

to the neckline of my designer dress.

As his hands slipped

the sleeves off my shoulder,

my fingers fumbled with his belt.

I looked down to unhook the loop and glimpsed

the ring on my hand and its three

simple letters on it. CTR.

Choose The Right.

I pulled his hands from my bra

and pushed him away.

After a second, he smiled

and tried kissing my neck again.

Told me not to worry,

he’d done this before.

I stood up so fast, it knocked him

to the ground.

His brows furrowed

and his mouth pressed

together in a straight line.

No longer in a soft

mood, he left without

his tie.

The next morning, I woke

alone in my bed. Scott’s scent still

settled on the pillow. As I lay between

my Egyptian Cotton sheets, my fingers

itched to dial his number.

He wasn’t the first guy i

Had come close

To losing my virginity to.

In the way he caressed me,

I knew he wanted me.

I wanted him to want me,

Feeling like I owned him.

Anything I wanted, he would do.

All to reach the end result.

Immediate pleasure.

Knowing saying good-bye to scott

Might be the last time I heard “I love you”

From a lover’s lips,

Or being held in his arms.

So warmly I never needed a jacket,

I sent him one last text.

“Good-bye”

An exerpt by Brittani Crapse