March 8, 2006
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Today wasn’t the first day I thought about riding you, about holding
onto your shoulders and rocking until the moment turns from tenderly
sweet to passionately fierce.Sometimes it’s the other way around and I can feel you creep up behind
me, surprising me with how ready you are, and the sensation barely
catches up to my lips before I sigh with complete release against you,
feeling your fingers rub the back of my neck, tangle in my long hair,
and you pull my head back just a little to slow my body down before it
reaches that stuttering precipice of nail scratching bliss.
For Mickey:
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-Incorrigibly Plural.
Peel and Portion the Night
Rueing- The Day-
Pouding Was on Your Door….
”Slowly Slowly Horses”
(Yes)
Dressed Upside Down
And…
Standing…. Beside Myself.-
I Really Have nothing Better to Say…
Hmmm
Oh
But
I did Enjoy Reading this Though
Although It Reminded Me of Currently
Being Alone and Fighting Insomnia at Four in The Morning
Which Isn’t Altogethor a Cheerful Reminder…
But Oh Well
The Pet-Store…
Reminded Me of Why I’m Where I Am Anyways…
So I Suppose It All Balances Out.
It Has to Be Worse
Feeling Lonely
When With People…
Than Just Moving Forward
Without Them
nice
thats so real it hurts.. a new fly on your xanga wall is me
cowboy monkey doggie rodeo! so that’s how it’s gonna be, huh?
*shiver… Yeah. That’s really how it is, isn’t it?
mnn
I have a tingling feel on my shoulders.