sometimes when we kiss.. you revel in the moment after. w/ but the film of a forefinger tracing the lengths of my mustache. and.. it makes me smile. so hard! x3 i beam so bright in those moments your digits have to align just to adjust for the arc in my mouths’ corners. and in the post mashing of our teeth and fleshy films that greet each other in our erupting laughter i kiss you again and i thank every deity that’s ever been for having met you.. it’s the tiniest/most trivial fraction of a moment amidst this x]] but it’s easily the gentlest & most genuine reminder.. and i warm over thanking you for it ^ ^.
59 seconds inside my head @ 2:39 am or the best i could ever encapsulate in a metaphor what it’s like inside my head @ 2:39 am or anytime for that matter a.k.a. ..(manic+an)
where do i start..? i’ve got to find the.. no. what’s..?
-and then shuffling information. detailed analysis. the breadth of my existence.
this isn’t right! x/ i need the.. fuck. i can’t..
-quiet. impatience lapping at the brim. as i teeter.. millimeters on my heels. sometimes it spilling over.
alright. alright. alright. i gotta.. i can’t. i’m so laaate. idon’thavetimeforthis.. shit.. the
gotta close that.. *taptaptap* where’s the..? i don’t even have a..? i don’t. even have..?
-swirling again.. i can’t breathe. i can’t..
i can’t keep that shit open.. alright.. maybe.. move. where? idk.. but i’ve got to. i have to. i need to. i can’t. i haven’t. i need to. did you..? i need to grab the.. get the.. shit.. shit. did she see me? that? this..? how did the fucking..?!
god help me. if the windows..
i don’t want to wash the taste of you from my mouth..
not so long as i can feel your cuticles raking in my hair and the warmth of the sweat at my ears from the flesh of your inner thigh.
there’s.. a nectar in this backwash i’d like to drink of, if but a moment longer..
i can’t remove myself from you.
this Cherry Coke right now is like the equivalent of winning a play date w/ Disney Aladdin’s “Abu” and forcing him to massage my areola the entire time.. o_o
while Jasmine watches.
~> when that one food item has the healing properties of alleviating the entirety of your stress the moment it touches your lips after a hard day
_._ #aahyees #daddyliiike
i don’t think anyone’s ever “dressed” for me..
it was hot today. canary curves of light cascading from slit shades. a warm bake in the air stretching a tired sunday. the shadows cast, palmed behind your ear. dancing amidst your roots. saying “tag” as they settled. panting, to a setting sun. hot in your presence too. as you awoke w/ a smile affixed to your face, the breadth of the day. as if it was by default that you’d be happy w/ me today. the beaded sweat above our brows akin to that on a forgotten bottle of champagne. alert nipples prodded my chest as we coupled amid wasted sheets. a length at my thigh apparent by the smile in your eyes as you rolled over. another “nap”. i loved you, as two spoons cradled. my thumb lining the taut pink of your bra strap as you whispered into sleep. later.. i found you mesmerizing. your bare feet cradled beneath my chest. you sitting awkwardly. puddled in my lap. just so you could be closer and tug the cotton of my shirt. and pull me in for a kiss. after a kiss. after a kiss. so many kisses, i think we lost some in the sentences. scooped them in juggling heaps, laughing uncontrollably. it was hot.. today.
by the way, i love your jeans.