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This time, this man kisses my lips
My center goes somewhere left, right, and eventually dips
Down to a place where I drip down so he can drown
I've felt his lips against mine before
But this time, this man better give me more
We taste like gray goose and lust
You can call it love minus the trust
Minus the us, we're just two kids at play
Two bodies of energy pushing the limits of the day
I say, "What are you doing," as his hands previously roaming intentionally
Find its way to my belt and undoes it carefully
Kissing me from my lips, to my cheek, up my neck and to my ear
He says"shut up," in a whisper but my body heard it loud and clear
He's in charge of this night as it creeps towards day
I no longer hold the lust I'm feeling at bay
No; I obey
I feel the material slide down my thighs and over my calves
Unconsciously lift my feet as he pulls them past
As he separates my legs I'm thinking, "Please let him enter"
Instead I feel him merge his kiss with my throbbing center
His tongue cool in contrast to the heat I emit
Dives into warm puddles that scream what I won't admit
My eyes close and I feel myself starting to fight
But he grips my thighs and everything feels soooooo right
Arching my back I hear my breathing get staggered and heavy
Soft moans exit into the air; my energy's in some kind of frenzy
I exit in and out of consciousness, float through levels of awareness
My mind once unsure of what I needed is now at it's clearest:
I need him.
I need him to touch me where I've been longing to be touched
To kiss me where I've no longer felt loved
To take the pressure I know he must feel growing
And release it within the walls from which this river is flowing
I'm so fucking open

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(to be continued)

The Best List (part 1)

The best conversation I ever had started not with a voice but with a note and it was more like "melodies played" than it was "words we spoke" and I hope it never ends because the topic's always dope; keeps it real, helps me heal, helps me feel, helps me cope.

The best friend I ever had has 3 or 4 faces and you can catch her at any moment in 3 or 4 places. What hate and pain dishes out she always comes and erases so there's nothing I wouldn't do for the smile on those faces. Thanks to "her" I have not one but 3 or 4 home bases.

The best sex I ever had lasted 10 whole years, not consistently but frequently enough to keep the care, and I swear...magnetic doesn't begin to describe the way we paired but like the first words in a Beenie song "I can feel it in the air." Love never came without hate so we sexed through wear and tear but if I could do it all again I would never ever share.

Music Inspired Series: Last Night I Missed You

I missed you last night. I lay moist from the heat;

Beater clinging to my skin; traces of the curves on my chest slightly darker at the peaks

Slightly lonely but drunk from your memory I smile stupidly at some commercial I'm not even watching

Some light from the TV casts shadows on my wall and they turn into lazy focal points for this day dream

Though its no longer day.

I turn over to one side and let the comforter lay loosely between my legs and separate my thighs

I still wear that awkward smile

Retrace the last words we said in my head over and again

Shake from my mind the memory and switch from reality to fantasy

Close my eyes and I'm no longer alone but become half of the energy floating through the room

I feel my skin vibrate where I imagine your fingers would trace

Down from my shoulders to my hands, across my back and into my arch you press your face

I feel your lips and the vibration moves from a feeling to a sight

It's like I'm noticing different colors or moving through some kind of light

Around my skin the pressure from your lips and your tongue alternate with the glide of your hands

Now I don't understand

Because I didn't mean to sigh but I heard the sound escape and the air release

I conjured up more of your energy

No longer a tremble or a vibration I felt my body start to pulsate

My breathing no longer a sigh; heavy and increasing at its own pace

I am radiating heat;

The white cotton clinging to my breasts is translucent and wet

The warmest part of my essence releases and tenses

I throb and the energy is more than extensive

Hold on as long as I can and just before it exits

I whisper your name

So glad you came...