i like when my mouth tastes of yours. or maybe it’s just my tongue’s memory of what your tongue tastes like…. the chemistry of our salivas sliding and mixing, lips igniting heat between lips, teeth gently gnashing lip or cheek, pushing chin, arching up, held head in hands, soft palms, firm grip— cupping my tiny [...]
I didn’t touch myself for 4 weeks because my hands waited for yours… They never arrived with softness or attention– only crude power behind closed doors. So I shoved my hands into my pockets, hoping the denim would warm them when yours weren’t there. They rarely ever were. I wore the fancy underthings in hopes [...]
“Ukelele” We were Sunday mornings, Tuesday lunches, Saturday late nights.We collaborated making beats in bedrooms,rocking rhythms to the boombox,the dusty record player,your iTunes,the whooshing of rushing cars down the avenue–and seagulls, lost too far inland for the waves to draw them back. They never played my body like a violin–knew too well only the sounds [...]
