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.
Aug 23, 2015
Aug 23, 2015 at 11:32 PM UTC
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.