Single Stitches – 3: Making Out
a Hey Arnold drabble fic series by Pyrex Shards
A/N: This entry be a poem ladies and gents. :)
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Helga wore
her old pink bow,
like a choker,
tied around her neck.
On their way into his room
she stopped as he closed the door,
she didn't move.
Helga smiled and tilted her head,
forward just a little.
Arnold's hands were steady,
he reached to her bow from behind her,
tugged on it,
the elegant knot unfolded,
loosing the ribbon around her neck,
it fell,
hung around on her shoulders.
He pulled her to him,
embraced her,
buried his face into her neck,
and kissed her there,
breathing in her smooth,
warm,
living skin
that she had washed
with lavender soap.
Later she told Arnold,
softly into his ear
as they fooled around,
as she held him in her arms,
that everything she was,
everything about her,
belonged totally to him.
Arnold looked at her,
shook his head,
he opened his mouth to object,
Helga met his lips with a frenetic kiss,
breathing into his lungs,
her warm breath,
her spirit.
She held him tightly,
by shackles of her imagination,
she soothed him with her voice,
whispered her regrets into his ear,
another school-day ended,
she shoved him out of the way
so she could be the first,
to the bus.
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It wasn't much of a poem. Every now and then I get the urge to write one. Tonight just happened to favor me. I even posted something to my fictionpress account which is available via the homepage link in my profile. That was shameless self promotion, I know.
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