Press Play.

Press the button, press the soft spot.

My eyes watching your movements
with my hands gliding slowly across the sides of you,
Gliding the edges of your skin.
I’m sliding along you.

I’m smelling you as my chest presses closely.
I’m feeling you, I’m concentrated.
I’m pushing softly now. Weight balanced, legs holding… my hands are loving.
I’m loving all of you, swimming across your skin.
I’m adoring all of it.

From the base of your back straight up your spine.

I’m kissing you, my tongue caressing every inch I can taste.
I’m folding in every shadow of you.
Please, never press stop.

Selective and Soft

Walking to my space, I greet you at the door.
Quietly holding back, quietly undressing you.
I satisfy the urge with soft kisses.
I feel you.

I’m delicate now, as I move through the motions, silent.
My words calculate my thoughts carefully.
I’m watching.

I’m selective and soft for it.
As I crawl upon you, in these dim lights that highlight your glory.
Inside, I am soothed.
I am balanced, and the noise around us is muted.

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I dream of your skin.

Your touch.

Your face.
I dream in color, and it’s full and smooth and sweet and wet.
I dream of our mouths together, holding each other tight.
Our hands touching, tongues tasting.
I dream of our breath exchanging,
perfectly syncing the ebb and flow.
I dream of feeling you slide inside me.
Like waves rushing over my skin, we perfectly collide.
Sweet and salty.

You’re the oceans break I’ve been waiting for.
And I’m begging you to pull me further in.
Every night…
I dream of you.

Time

I thought I was built for this.
I thought I had a deep rooted “when all else fails” mentality of what to do and who to become that was full grown and encompassed.
I thought I could shed the light, onto myself and others.

I thought I was made for this. To be a fighter, and a lover. To quietly misbehave and do what I feel is right.
I thought I was stronger than this.

But I’m not.

I’m soft in every cell, delicately waiting.

Lover

I’ll quit.
I’m not going to be pretty, I’m not going to be nice.
I’ll just quit.
I’ll fall apart, I’ll be anxious. I’ll make quick steps.
I’ll be raw.

I’m going to quit you.
I’ll be circumcised. Cut from the cord.
Craving the glory. Desperate and lovely.
Breaking the bond. Breaking our hearts.

I’ll do it.
I’ll fall apart just to pull my own pieces back together.

Always to start again.

Mmhmm

Bring me love.
Bring it to me and let me dissect it for everything it might be worth.
Let me taste your skin, graze your neck, feel your body.
Let me breathe you.

Bring your heart.
Show me its glory. Let it open up and display it for me to find.
Let me feel it out, touch the center, find the soft spot, make you come.
Let me.

Please.

There is such a void,
A discipline like no other.
A dark space wanting to be filled, knowing to be filled.

There is such a lack,
Such removal of luster.
A space playing it safe I can do without.

What a whirlpool,
A grasping moment,
Grasping for no one that wants in return.

Remove the days of catapults
Of fabrications
Of fake lovers.

Please, just remove yourself away from me.