Memorial Day

Yep, it's Memorial Day.  But I'm not going to wax poetic about people who died in wars.  Nor will I do so about veterans.  That's, nominally, what Veterans Day is for.

Don't let me ruin my life
Run myself down
Burn myself out
Stop me from doing the stupid things
That we both know
I'm going to do
Or, if you can't stop me,
Then at least don't leave me
High and dry when I have
To deal with the consequences

Yeah, I know.  Kinda short today.  But, then, when have I written a terribly long piece for this?  I really do need to get some more form in my poems.  I just need to find a book for ideas.  Ha ha!

Only two people responded to my sentences this week.  But I like the one KP chose.  So I'm going to run with that one:

My heart was pounding as he pressed me back against the wall, locked my wrists above my head, and leaned in to kiss me.  My breasts brushed against his chest with each breath I took.  With his lips a mere centimeter from my own, I breathed, "What are you doing?"  He just smiled at me.  That one smile said it all, said that he was doing what we both wanted.  What we'd wanted for quite some time.  He nipped my lower lip before capturing me in a fierce kiss.  And as he pulled away, I moaned softly.  Then he nibbled gently on my neck and I gasped, my legs going weak.  Oh how I wanted this, wanted him, but I knew he was going to make me beg for it.