I have a local liquor store.  

It has wine, *****, fireball, gin, anything you want to drink.
Plus soda and fizzy water.
Lots of candy.
And an odd sort of soups, baking stuff, spam.
Condoms.

They put a bowl of water outside for dogs every day.
And feed the dogs treats when they come in the store.
They play with the little kids who come in for the candy.

The people working there are awesome.

John is a loner.  Lives in an RV. He spends hours coming to and going from work.
John always stands up when I come in. And welcomes me.
He is tall with long hair past his shoulders. And a beard.

Craig is nice. He loves his family.
Treats me nicely.
He is small, with short hair. Shaved. But the top is curly.
Always on his phone.

Chris was Christine.
He has tattoos. And a daughter.
And a wife; not sure how that works.
He listens to his customers.
He is humorous.

They make my day pleasant.

I like my local liquor store.

I want you.
I want to kiss you.
I want to run my hands over your ***... your back... your chest.

I want you in my mouth.
With my head pushed into your belly.
Looking up from my knees.

Take me to bed.
Lick me, finger me. Slow, then fast.
I’ll finger myself.
Enter me - move in and out. Slow, then fast.
Tell me what you want.

Put my legs high on your chest. Or behind your back.
Touch me – inside and outside.  Pull me, slap me. Caress me.
I will twitch. I will get wet. I will get hot. Lightheaded.
I have no control now.

Come back to my mouth.  Or my hands. I will caress you.
Until you cry with delight.
We can stop here.  Delicious. Or…

Turn me over, with my legs up on the bed. Grab my hips.
Spank me, lick me - enter me.  
Twitch and pulse. Get hot.
Release yourself.
I know we want the same thing.

I cry
I cry at warm, funny, animal videos
I cry at stranger's reunion pics - military, foster families, lost loves
I cry at awkward family pics the kids hoped would never be seen
I cry at my husband's pic - the one with the dog, who loved him
I cry at my daughter's grief - as she looks at her dad's last picture
I cry at weddings, funerals, graduations, movies
I cry because I can't help it - happy tears, sad tears, silly tears
I cry

Here I am...lying in my bed
Imagining you, calling out to you
Knowing you can't hear,
Knowing you won't hear
And the dogs want to be fed
And the cats want to be heard
But all I want is you  
Here with me... lying in my bed