it's cool nights like these
where i long for the taste of skin on skin
for the fire of kisses and affection warm in my belly
i long for arms wrapped tightly
securely
comfortably
around my waist
or my chest
or my shoulders
i crave the companionship
i need the comfort
i can't live without the love
i have been starved of for so long.
it's cool, clear, mild nights like this one
that ignite the blaze in my gut
where i need the intimate kind of love
that i have never been lucky enough to experience
on this side of a television screen
that i have been deprived of
my whole life.
Feb 28, 2018
Feb 28, 2018 at 1:01 AM UTC
it's cool nights like these
where i long for the taste of skin on skin
for the fire of kisses and affection warm in my belly
i long for arms wrapped tightly
securely
comfortably
around my waist
or my chest
or my shoulders
i crave the companionship
i need the comfort
i can't live without the love
i have been starved of for so long.
it's cool, clear, mild nights like this one
that ignite the blaze in my gut
where i need the intimate kind of love
that i have never been lucky enough to experience
on this side of a television screen
that i have been deprived of
my whole life.
on february 21, 2018, temperatures in northern new jersey reached up to 80 degrees fahrenheit. i wore shorts outside for the first time in months. when the sun was in the sky, i felt so good, and i wanted that day to last forever. i didnt think the sun would ever set. but it did, and it was still unseasonably warm, and as i walked back from my friend's dorm, i was hit with a wave of longing that i hadn't experienced in a long time. i got back to my place and i grabbed a notebook and scribbled this down on a piece of paper.
if the term "indian summer" wasn't so racist that would be the title. if you know of other terms/phrases/expressions/etc. that refer to unseasonably warm days during the winter that are not racist, i'd love to hear them.
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