A tongue between my thighs to wake me up, and done properly, I’ll sleep again until the coffee arrives, and then curl up again and sleep until I’m needed.
Men in suits in offices (but even without the suit will do) with hard ons, compelled to think about me to feed my lustful power rush (and suffer, because a little torment is fun, from either end).
Leaning forward to kiss between my breasts, saying he’d wanted to do it all the time we were out, in public, respectably (and I thought I was looking so nearly demure).
A phrase that gives me pause, and reverberations (Yes, and I could have told you that, and I’m glad you said it) and it melts me, with a great big tug on the line.
Fold me up, and fuck me hard, and I’m not prepared to negotiate.
Why is it all so fucking complicated, when sometimes it just seems so simple and neatly sliced (maybe there are too many chefs in this kitchen) (or maybe it’s just the crash of too many worlds colliding)?
New, and so much more to discover and curious in (on), and it amazes me, how the language with which our bodies speak to each other is so limited, and so boundless in its simplicity, and straightforward in our communication.
There are boxes piled inside my head, but they are badly sealed and the contents fall out and mix in piles upon the floor to trip me up, and they are badly labeled, with too many cross-references, and aren’t always put back where they should be.
I miss you (and that sentence is so much longer than it seems).
I’m tired, and you should curl up around me and hold me close so I can sleep
March 12, 2008 at 2:31 am
“I miss you (and that sentence is so much longer than it seems).
“I’m tired, and you should curl up around me and hold me close so I can sleep”
i guess i’m feeling his absence.
because these lines made me cry.
March 12, 2008 at 7:33 am
Whereas I cried at the thought of cunnilingus followed by coffee. Guess I’m feeling its absence.
March 12, 2008 at 2:49 pm
“and it amazes, me, how the language with which our bodies speak to each other is so limited, and so boundless in its simplicity, and straightforward in our communication.”
this is brilliant, simply brilliant. thank you for thinking it, writing it.
March 12, 2008 at 6:51 pm
What oatmeal girl said
But there were lots of other lovely evocative sentences in there too. All those boxes…
March 13, 2008 at 5:41 am
absolutely lovely…each one seemed so impacted with its own passion…i also smiled over the references to the boxes…i so know how you feel…
cg
March 13, 2008 at 7:36 am
It’s always more complicated isn’t it…unless of course it has to do with sleeping until the coffee arrives;-)
March 13, 2008 at 12:01 pm
Oatmeal Girl and Cake, I’m sorry if I made you cry
Mendicatus, it was the mention of coffee that tipped you over the edge, wasn’t it?
max, I aim to please you.
Curiousgirl (and Cake again), mainly I wish I could keep the boxes neatly stacked, but sometimes it’s good to see what falls out of them, and gets jumbled up with other things. and sometimes it’s just bloody annoying.
Fury, yes, it is, but it gives me comfort to know the coffee will always arrive.
March 13, 2008 at 1:22 pm
Don’t apologize, Z. Crying’s not so bad. I’d rather cry over missing someone I love this much than cry over having no one to miss.
March 13, 2008 at 4:05 pm
Ok. Have a kiss, instead of an apology, then.
March 14, 2008 at 3:12 pm
Suits. Mmmm.
March 14, 2008 at 7:11 pm
Mmmm indeed. A dirty mind trussed up in a suit is a beautiful thing.
March 15, 2008 at 8:16 am
“There are boxes piled inside my head, but they are badly sealed and the contents fall out and mix in piles upon the floor to trip me up, and they are badly labeled, with too many cross-references, and aren’t always put back where they should be.” - that’s because your mind is open, and like mine, things start falling out
Rups xoxo
March 15, 2008 at 7:41 pm
Yes, that is true. I guess one just has to hope no one is standing underneath the falling debris.