i like my new journal because the cover is of soft leather that i like to rub my hands over and pretend it's you that i am touching.
i must say, i really did love your little friend down there.
he was always wanting to jump skip hop into my hands my mouth.
and you were always so willing and wanting so very much to give me a play-by-play a reenactment of all the shooting stars you saw on the inside of your eyelids.
your lips were never quite firm enough but it felt all the more better that way when you would lick down and around and then further down- kisses of a feather.
and it made the ******* feel that much stronger, that much more ******. it was the only release from so much anticipation that you could truly give me.
our nights in the back seat of your truck were well-spent: full of **** and ***** and steamy windows from showering in each other and two whole people free from expectations. a real rarity.
we both found something close to safety in the pores of each other's skin. i wonder if it all feels the same when you're with her.