It was not hard to slip away.
He didn’t have too many idle moments
I didn’t want to miss the opportunity to hear his voice.
Maybe I would be lucky and get inspired again.
He had a gift of pulling out the best in me, unfortunately that was not the only thing he pulled out.
He understood me too well. He spoke the same language as my darker inner self, but also my lighter self.
I go to the back room to steal a few moments.
I answer the call…
His voice is deeper, less confined.
I find out that alcohol is joining the conversation tonight.
Good, maybe it will keep him open.
We speak casually. The ease of the subjects are enjoyable.
We slip in the realm of desire.
Still light in nature.
His voice drops to a new level.
It effects me.
My breathing changes.
Tones and air mixed into our laughter.
I am throbbing at this point
Both physically and intellectually
There is a feeling there unidentifiable
His silence isn’t unexpected
But this one was laced with (as he would say) courage.
He tells me to put my hands in my panties
He wants me to play with myself like he would.
I don’t know how something could be unexpected and exactly what you’re looking for at the same time.
Our joint liquor has me more receptive.
Or maybe less apprehensive.
I got a house full of people
But i let him talk me into cumming
Over and over again
I replay each piece he has given me
And I live in the ones inspired by my body
My mind explodes in its own orgasms
And I wish he was inside of me forreal
It doesn’t make sense
Creativity makes it more intense
And I no longer recognize my fingers as my own.
I can do more then imagine how he feels
I have heard so many details of his fantasies
Feels like we have known each other before
I don’t want to stop
But we are running out of starlight
And I am sure that each time I am getting louder
Reluctantly we try to separate our auras
But they don’t completely attach.
Things won’t be able to go back to the way they were.
As we sit somewhere in this in between place
He tells me strongly that he loves me
Is that what that feeling was?
Seems like love would only show up with good timing.
I let it swirl around me with the other feelings
I can’t answer him now
Not feeling like this
I can’t lay here in these puddles surrounded by poetry and tell this man something that wouldn’t be influence by the fact
That I want him to fuck me so bad
And I want it exactly the way he always said that he would.