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Life goes on.
Desultory and Impulsive
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Life goes on.
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Remember how you didn't know how I stood behind you at the train station?
Dressed in your skirt and boots and sensible top?
How I was so close to you
That I could smell the floral apple faded scent of shampoo on your hair?
The warm sweat slight vanilla scent of your perfume?
Tired
And wanting to be in his arms
You stood there
...right there. In front of me.
My smile
--you didn't see
Because you didn't see me
You didn't know me
You knew of me
The idea of me
This notion of me
Of who I am
What I am
...and what I could do
So close to you that I touched your hair. And thought of your lips.
The sound of your singing voice.
Your eyes.
My hands around your throat.
I thought about you
Just as I am thinking about you now
--again.
The smell of your fuck
The wetness of your crotch
The stuttering agony of your approaching orgasm
It was all right there
There. In front of me
And I wanted to take it
I wanted to take you
And gutter-fuck you dead
Just to jerk off to the memory
Of having done such a thing
To a woman
Like you.
Dressed in your skirt and boots and sensible top?
How I was so close to you
That I could smell the floral apple faded scent of shampoo on your hair?
The warm sweat slight vanilla scent of your perfume?
Tired
And wanting to be in his arms
You stood there
...right there. In front of me.
My smile
--you didn't see
Because you didn't see me
You didn't know me
You knew of me
The idea of me
This notion of me
Of who I am
What I am
...and what I could do
So close to you that I touched your hair. And thought of your lips.
The sound of your singing voice.
Your eyes.
My hands around your throat.
I thought about you
Just as I am thinking about you now
--again.
The smell of your fuck
The wetness of your crotch
The stuttering agony of your approaching orgasm
It was all right there
There. In front of me
And I wanted to take it
I wanted to take you
And gutter-fuck you dead
Just to jerk off to the memory
Of having done such a thing
To a woman
Like you.
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Conversations at work...
Tonight a coworker and I got to talking about the missed sexual opportunities of our youth...
He shared a story about how he and this girl skipped school and took their motor bikes up dirt trails and tear around and how it never really dawned on him how maybe probably she wanted to ride him back in those secluded woods of rural Minnesota.
I was more of an in-line skater in my youth and there was this girl who was my friend and we'd skate around town all goddamn night, doing crazy things and being fun and feeling... alive.
Inevitably we'd end up at the park benches by the lake where we'd sit close and see who could spit their gum the farthest. Our goal being trying to reach the water.
We'd sit.
Some nights right up to the point of sunrise. You know... like that Ethan Hawke movie
And so I'm telling my coworker friend this and I say to him... "Fuck. All she was probably thinking was just whip your dick out already so I can suck it"
And the thought of it kept me entertained.
Me being oblivious
Engaging in intimate conversations about life. About myself. About her. Her listening. Thighs touching. Hand being held. Waiting. Wanting for me to make a move.
She was pretty
And I, oblivious.
And I got to wondering what the gender inverse of that situation is.
I mean it seems strange to think of a woman waxing nostalgic about the times she could have gotten dick but was too... regretfully ignorant to the fact?
Sure the situation happens but I'm doubtful of the degree of regret with regard to the missed sexual opportunity.
Perhaps the inverse has more to do with romance. In the wishing of having been more patient and waited rather than acting on impulse?
I don't know. I'm not a woman.
Tonight a coworker and I got to talking about the missed sexual opportunities of our youth...
He shared a story about how he and this girl skipped school and took their motor bikes up dirt trails and tear around and how it never really dawned on him how maybe probably she wanted to ride him back in those secluded woods of rural Minnesota.
I was more of an in-line skater in my youth and there was this girl who was my friend and we'd skate around town all goddamn night, doing crazy things and being fun and feeling... alive.
Inevitably we'd end up at the park benches by the lake where we'd sit close and see who could spit their gum the farthest. Our goal being trying to reach the water.
We'd sit.
Some nights right up to the point of sunrise. You know... like that Ethan Hawke movie
And so I'm telling my coworker friend this and I say to him... "Fuck. All she was probably thinking was just whip your dick out already so I can suck it"
And the thought of it kept me entertained.
Me being oblivious
Engaging in intimate conversations about life. About myself. About her. Her listening. Thighs touching. Hand being held. Waiting. Wanting for me to make a move.
She was pretty
And I, oblivious.
And I got to wondering what the gender inverse of that situation is.
I mean it seems strange to think of a woman waxing nostalgic about the times she could have gotten dick but was too... regretfully ignorant to the fact?
Sure the situation happens but I'm doubtful of the degree of regret with regard to the missed sexual opportunity.
Perhaps the inverse has more to do with romance. In the wishing of having been more patient and waited rather than acting on impulse?
I don't know. I'm not a woman.
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Have you forsaken us?
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this is most certainly true.
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I want to bang her face down
And feel that familiar feel
The curvature of her ass
Matching
Mashing
Thrusting up
Against the front of my hips
My cock
Hard
Wet
Surrounded by her body
The smell of her hair
The staggering
Stutter breathing of her lungs
Fighting the weight and strength
Of my body
Her bare back
Brushing up across the hair of my chest
My forearms pressing hers
--fingers clasped
into the mattress
Fucking
How fucking is supposed to be done
Sensation
Anticipation
Rabid
And beastly
Without care or concern.
And feel that familiar feel
The curvature of her ass
Matching
Mashing
Thrusting up
Against the front of my hips
My cock
Hard
Wet
Surrounded by her body
The smell of her hair
The staggering
Stutter breathing of her lungs
Fighting the weight and strength
Of my body
Her bare back
Brushing up across the hair of my chest
My forearms pressing hers
--fingers clasped
into the mattress
Fucking
How fucking is supposed to be done
Sensation
Anticipation
Rabid
And beastly
Without care or concern.
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...and you.
I miss you.
Your voice
The sound of you next to me
Being
Alive
Giving life to me
Hope to me
Pushing love and desire into my blood
Into my dreams
Of seeing you
Of feeling you
Of my hand
Slipping into you
Of my lips
Kissing you
Under me
On the bed
And
Stealing one
From you
In the shower
Body
Naked
And wet
And natural
Just how it feels
When we are together
I miss that
I hold onto that
I hold on to all that I can of you
That heat of the fire of you
The solitude of you
The pain of you
The emotions of you
And I feel them
Pulling
Like a kite on a string
High up
Pulling
Hoping
The string never breaks.
I miss you.
Your voice
The sound of you next to me
Being
Alive
Giving life to me
Hope to me
Pushing love and desire into my blood
Into my dreams
Of seeing you
Of feeling you
Of my hand
Slipping into you
Of my lips
Kissing you
Under me
On the bed
And
Stealing one
From you
In the shower
Body
Naked
And wet
And natural
Just how it feels
When we are together
I miss that
I hold onto that
I hold on to all that I can of you
That heat of the fire of you
The solitude of you
The pain of you
The emotions of you
And I feel them
Pulling
Like a kite on a string
High up
Pulling
Hoping
The string never breaks.
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I used to sneak a moment to look at a picture of her
A vanilla picture of her
A snap she took of herself
Sitting in her car
On a chair at her desk at home
...a slight smile
Her eyes... looking at me
As though
We were right together
Right wherever I was
...at work
Hidden
Between the tandem axles
Of a truck
Salt slush snow of winter
Bleeding it's cold oppression around me
Whilst I sneak a moment
An escape from it
From my coworkers
From... this reality
Reaching out
Towards another
Just for a moment.
A vanilla picture of her
A snap she took of herself
Sitting in her car
On a chair at her desk at home
...a slight smile
Her eyes... looking at me
As though
We were right together
Right wherever I was
...at work
Hidden
Between the tandem axles
Of a truck
Salt slush snow of winter
Bleeding it's cold oppression around me
Whilst I sneak a moment
An escape from it
From my coworkers
From... this reality
Reaching out
Towards another
Just for a moment.
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And what is it like?
It's like another loss
But one that was never really had
But was
But is
And is something
My feelings
Are very much able
To hold Into
Clutching
Saying nope this is still very much mine
All the while
Knowing all to well
The nature
Of what a dream is.
It's like another loss
But one that was never really had
But was
But is
And is something
My feelings
Are very much able
To hold Into
Clutching
Saying nope this is still very much mine
All the while
Knowing all to well
The nature
Of what a dream is.
You don't set your rakers?
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Not today.
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Shh...
I can be your secret
That no one knows about.
That person
That thing
Inside your thoughts
Never mentioned
Never addressed
Never recognized
Not until needed
To make you feel
Wanted
Whole
Pretty
Secure
Desired
Admired
I will be here
You can read my words
And hear my voice in your head
And picture me saying them
Holding you
My arms
My body
None a real threat to your real life
A passing convenience for you
For when you need
To be shelved
For when you don't
I can be your secret
That no one knows about.
That person
That thing
Inside your thoughts
Never mentioned
Never addressed
Never recognized
Not until needed
To make you feel
Wanted
Whole
Pretty
Secure
Desired
Admired
I will be here
You can read my words
And hear my voice in your head
And picture me saying them
Holding you
My arms
My body
None a real threat to your real life
A passing convenience for you
For when you need
To be shelved
For when you don't
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Nap
My love
My body rests against you
The flesh of your breast
The sweet romance between your thighs
Each of my aches
Sinking into you
Being embraced by you
My eyes close
And in you I fall
With a surrogate mother's love
You caress me
And your vanilla scent
Awakens what dreams I need
To forget
And to feel that what only you
...you my love
Can give me to feel
I take you with me
And we are together again
Like we once were
When I were but once
Just a child.
My love
My body rests against you
The flesh of your breast
The sweet romance between your thighs
Each of my aches
Sinking into you
Being embraced by you
My eyes close
And in you I fall
With a surrogate mother's love
You caress me
And your vanilla scent
Awakens what dreams I need
To forget
And to feel that what only you
...you my love
Can give me to feel
I take you with me
And we are together again
Like we once were
When I were but once
Just a child.
