Encounter
I sat in the grey chair,
The overstuffed one and
Leaned back, my hair
Cinched loose with a hank
Of ugly red ribbon;
Lips parting, my brow glistened
As your one hand settled on
My hip and the fingers of the
Other danced between my
Thighs.
My eyes fluttered,
Your own gleamed, your lips
Brushing my ear, “Now.”
I said “thankyouseeyoulater.”
And ~leaning against the door~
Bit my cheek, then shot the bolt.
7.26.2004
Firstly, damn.
Secondly, this is oddly reminiscent of 1991.
7.28.2004
woooo weeeee. That’s my kinda porn.
7.29.2004
Frankly, Joelle, it may have been circa 1991 for me, as well.
NINETY-ONE: A WACKY YEAR (I ended up NOT going to war and having a lotta-lotta-LOTTA sex0rs)
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