my tongue is a tap dancer
clicking its heels on your milk dud areolas
up
down
side
to
side
you jump on me
like a black friday bargain
my hands squeeze your backside like oranges
I feel your juices
and enter the slip ‘n slide
with no swim trunks
we tango with lace intact
there’s a reason
why lingerie contains “linger”
it resonates
the liminal space between
conservative and risqué
is appeeling/stemulating
the trailer’s tease
often surpasses
the film itself
funny
how baby oil is used in adult situations
losing my grip
on your hips
but
there is something else
connecting us
even when
this something slides out
still
there is something else
connecting us
i spill dairy creamer
on your cappuccino complexion
splash
we don’t say anything
at first
just exhales
but we’re thinking
“awwwww yeaaaaaaa”
we fall back on a cloud
naked
like the truth riding a schwinn through the castro
your ear is to my chest now
you bust a freestyle over my heartbeat
with halfway-incoherent post-sex talk
i’ve never told you this
but this
is my favorite moment
when we are free from everything
and free from nothing
for a brief period of time
the adam and eve
of our own world
Apr 6, 2013
Apr 6, 2013 at 3:02 PM UTC
my tongue is a tap dancer
clicking its heels on your milk dud areolas
up
down
side
to
side
you jump on me
like a black friday bargain
my hands squeeze your backside like oranges
I feel your juices
and enter the slip ‘n slide
with no swim trunks
we tango with lace intact
there’s a reason
why lingerie contains “linger”
it resonates
the liminal space between
conservative and risqué
is appeeling/stemulating
the trailer’s tease
often surpasses
the film itself
funny
how baby oil is used in adult situations
losing my grip
on your hips
but
there is something else
connecting us
even when
this something slides out
still
there is something else
connecting us
i spill dairy creamer
on your cappuccino complexion
splash
we don’t say anything
at first
just exhales
but we’re thinking
“awwwww yeaaaaaaa”
we fall back on a cloud
naked
like the truth riding a schwinn through the castro
your ear is to my chest now
you bust a freestyle over my heartbeat
with halfway-incoherent post-sex talk
i’ve never told you this
but this
is my favorite moment
when we are free from everything
and free from nothing
for a brief period of time
the adam and eve
of our own world
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