Monday, July 10, 2017

Soft

How do I describe your eyes?
Golden and warm
Like honey in amber
A favorite sweater
Hot
Like an oven
Light
Like fire
Soft
Like flame

I'm imagining the first time
Those words
Float from your lips
Kiss my ears
The rush
Like a wind
Lift
Like waves
Soft
Like flame

Saturday, July 8, 2017

The whole time I'm in your presence,
We are making love.
Every smile — a kiss.
Every laugh is like you're kissing my neck.

Every day you love someone,
You find out what it's like,
To love someone for so long.

I must be in love because I'm writing,
I'm playing, I'm painting,
I'm doing everything I can to expel these feelings.
It feels too good.

I want your hands on me at all times.
I know it's better in moderation, but I swear to god, I ache without you inside me.

Everything I learn about you cracks me deeper.
I am overwhelmed by what that could mean.
I'm picturing how hard this wave could crash.
I can't even comprehend it.


Power


When he touches me, it's an instant high.
Everything goes blurry.
It's just him.
The whole world is just him,
And his whole world is me,
And his dick is so hard — heavy and full, like my head.

We're getting better at touching each other — less inhibition.
He fucks me harder, hits me harder, chokes me harder,
And I can tell he wonders if it's too much.
I like his not knowing — it makes him hesitate.
With his strength suspended,
The power is mine.

The power of the galaxies is in my hips.
The stars are his lips.
I am the darkness,
I am a black hole,
His cock is a sun.
I can take him in and crush him into nothing.
I can swallow his warmth.
I can feel him inside me.

Thursday, July 6, 2017

There's something there.
Not a spark... a slow, low thunderstorm.

Last night he whispered my name in my ear.
I know I'm not well because I keep thinking about it.
I feel like I'm losing my mind.
And yet I feel the most like myself.

Saturday, September 10, 2016

I am dying,
Not faster than anyone else,
But sometimes it's like I can feel it,
And I just want to get it over with already.

Life is just trying to feel less alone.
Desperate clawing at others,
Screaming into the void,
But we're all just trapped inside ourselves.

And we're all alone.

And I don't think it gets better.

I don't believe people are happy,
I think they just don't think about it.
How alone they are.

They ignore it because it's terrifying.
How do they ignore it?
I don't think I can.