Diarmuid ó Maolalaí
Getting Up Difficult
we'd been
on the floor
a while. the carpet
skinning her back,
rough as a brush
on a potato. we were supposed
to be meeting her friend
in an hour
and were making the most
of the time beforehand,
but didn't have
any condoms
in the flat. I heard her come
after 10 minutes
and came close
myself,
then pulled my ass backwards
and pulled it
a couple of times,
spilling love
on her belly
like honey
on toast. her skirt
was still on
(and needed changing)
and my trousers
were tangled
at my knees. it made
getting up
difficult, and getting
to the shower. but washing off
was good - hot water slopping,
diluting the smell. we were
late, but her friend
was worried
about introducing
her own
new boyfriend -
lucky, she was
far too preoccupied
with that
to be suspicious.