In this bed, where hands met thighs
And bodies collided with a primal instinct,
He would resist with just as much need,
Pushing her away
As if the referee had hit the mat
Signaling for him to stop,
the match had already been won.
Author: Elizabeth Montgomery
Email: [email protected]
Author Bio: Elizabeth Montgomery is a full-time mom currently residing in Alexandria, VA. Most of her time is spent embracing her love of language and doing her best to place words on the page. She has most recently been published in Life in Ten Minutes and Into The Void magazine.
