you have to put me back now. there are always better things to come. she taught me that.
honey i want to lick you clean. from stem to seed. roots and all. meaty juicy mess darling i want you in such sick. wicked ways. torturously sordid. crumbly needs. babe. dreamer. lover. love freak. freaky love affair… you just can’t make it ! don’t you try ! getting these silly ideas into the brain space you know you never had. chaotic.
blooming inside me are worlds unbeknownst to you. and when i asked you to ask me questions about my trip. my past. my worlds. you lied down and smoked a cigarette. as if it were a chore. as if loving me was a chore. caring for my lovesick body. if i knew how to make a tincture of your scents i promise you i’d never see you again. woke up toiled and troubled in the sweaty scent of you. your *** still staining my lips. my cheeks. my chin. we had a feast. and went to bed fevered. desiring. crawling in the sweetness of you. cradled by the idea of you. our next meeting.
i am somewhat apprehensively coming to you with open hands and a heavy heart. you see, there have been all kinds of adventures hidden in the soles of my feet. but mostly in the tips of my fingers. ***** under my fingernails. worn wanderers. passed far far into crevices of non reality.