I would quote song lyrics or recite poetry but
This is not that kind of affair
More of a fantasy in my head
That spawns instant gratification.
I'm juxtaposed between my thoughts and the reality of the situation.
You
Behind the wheel
I wish you'd speed up so I can be alone and relish this very moment as lustfully as I please within the privacy of my bedsheets
But I'd like for you to slow down and let me enjoy the ride.
The view of your thick thighs
Spread and commanding every inch of space possible
How I wish for you to control me as well
Your smile cocky and your tone overlording
Are you doing this on purpose?
Tugging at my heartstrings and pooling like lava in the pit of my stomach
You're careless
How can you be so reckless?
One of these days I may act upon my hidden intentions
And no guilt will be present
No will
No preservation
No virtue
Just want.
Just pure desperation
To get your hands off the wheel
And onto my body
I'm surely more curved than your Suburban
More pliable and easy to the touch.
You wouldn't know if you didn't reach out and touch me
Take your eyes off the ******* road and meet my gaze
See that I mean no good
I'm a distraction
And have no qualms with making you pull over
To enjoy the ride.

it feels bitter
and distant
to seek something
which i never had

smoke in my eyes
cicadas in the distance
i think may cry tonight.
**** ain't been as sweet as this swisher smoke
or stolen mints at tim's.
i think i may disappear into the foliage and concrete.
i think tomorrow is as bitter as yesterday.

i need a swisher
something nasty and bitter
to replace this taste

when i said i needed time to think
i meant solidarity, swishers, and sleep
******* my line like you care
im starting to resent you for not being what i wanted even if i dont blame you

is it okay to
want so much & work so hard
yet have so little?

i am a haiku
a forced alignment of thoughts
that make zero sense