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Jett Superior laid this on you on || October 18, 2004 || 10:06 pm

Don’t Ask….
and stop saying things like that.

You inquire as to what I’d prefer:

I’d prefer to glisten with anticipation~

Waiting for your head to clear the door jamb

And for your shoulders to shrug off their epaulets,

Ready arms ringing my yielding torso;

Your voice a low rumble flaming down to my pelvis.

You inquire as to what I’d prefer:

I’d prefer to know that I’ll see you tomorrow~

That the luxury of casual touch be ours;

The bending down of your head to meet my lips,

Careful fingertips tracing tendons and heartbeat,

My thighs pressed –greedily– against your own.

You inquire as to what I’d prefer:

I’d prefer to answer you dismissively~

Remembering none of the details of soul shared;

My heart not seizing upon your deeds of passion,

Nor my brain echoing your words:

“I remember your smell. Even now I dream about your eyes.”

5 worked it out »

  1. zee 10.18.2004

    now that… that is brilliant!

     
  2. Nina 10.19.2004

    whew. hawt.

     
  3. roderickm 10.21.2004

    Like an suspended chord left hanging at the finish of a flowing phrase, your words make me ache for resolution…

     
  4. Jettomatika 10.22.2004

    You and me both, brother.

     
  5. red clay 10.24.2004

    Lord, honey. don’t start me.

    i got one hand on a bottle, and the other.

    my palm itches with the feel of her.

     

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