reality bites.

"you see laine, this is all we need. couple of smokes, a cup of coffee, and a little bit of conversation...you and me and five bucks." (troy dyer)

even just a little bit.

you are there and i am here.
it seems to be this way a lot lately.
fierce jealousy seeded deep
in the pit on my stomach,
for all of the things
that take you away
from me.
i know i said i never get jealous,
but a girl can change her mind,
can't she?

i wonder sometimes,
do you ever miss me?
because you never say,
and sometimes it's nice to hear.
when you are there and i am here,
do i ever cross your mind?

nobody knows it, but i've got a secret smile. and i use it only for you.

when i think about seeing you next.
when i think of being close enough
to feel your breath on my face.
when i think of your lips finally
reaching mine; slow, soft, hungry.
when i think of the first moment
our tongues will meet, electric,
i get wet.

when i’m staring off into space
in the middle of that meeting at work,
i’m thinking of you, touching me,
and i get wet.

when i’ve read the same line for the forth time
in my book and i’m smiling to myself with glazed eyes,
i’m daydreaming of you, on your knees,
your head buried between my legs,
and i get wet.

when i’ve started dinner
and the chicken accidentally gets burned,
i’m fantasizing of you, bending me over the counter,
fucking me hard from behind,
and i’m wet,
and i’m touching myself.

daydream believer.

untitled

you're like a long drag
on a kool
cigarette.
you burn me
hot
with an icy
cold.

i didn't mean to.

aww, don't be
cross baby,
don't be cruel.
you're still the only one
who can spin
the magic
that gets me
wet
with just one
word.

from across the room.

you are such a tease,
with your play
on words.
you hunt me down,
then casually
act coy.

you want me
to want you.
i'm your new
favorite toy.
i've felt you
get hard
when you play with me
rough.
tossing me like
the rag doll
i am.

but i like it too.
it makes me feel
real,
when you penetrate me
with fierce words
of lust.
whispers of a promise,
the warmth of your
body
touching mine.

you hold me back,
make me watch
from a distance.
you with your hands
where mine
ought to be.
licking my lips,
eyes locked with yours,
i can't help but
touch
myself...

you are such a tease.

missing you.

your words set me ablaze.
deep words
thrusting.
they’ve made me
hot.
they make me
cum.

your silence binds me.
i miss your truth.
i have no truth,
except
the hot words
you give
to me.

don’t go,
can’t you see
i need you?
can’t you see
i love
your breath?
on my neck,
speaking those
words
i need.

bring me, burn me, turn me.
slap me, suck me, fuck me.
talk dirty to me.
you know how i like it.

do you want
to see me
beg?
on my knees,
pleading
with my tongue.
does it matter
not
what i say?

holding the keys
to my soul
in the back pocket
of your
favorite jeans.
the ones you wore
when you
touched yourself and
thought
of me.

give me
one last
word,
one last
bedtime story,
one last
lullaby.

take me
to that place
where you make me
real.
bring me
to that place
where you make me
cum.