anticipation.

the newness of your proximity
is startling.
sweet smell of skin
so close
i can feel the heat
of your body
trickle
down my neck.
your lips brush
my ear
as you whisper of
nothing important.
i can feel the
stubble of your cheek
as we both
turn
eyes meeting...

i want to
kiss you,
but i don't.

they never did call me grace.

i'm sorry that i can't seem to keep my shit together.

i guess i just have a special way of fucking things up.

absolution.

forgive me if i'm keeping you apart from better conversation.

sweet ride.

i know it's late.
but you know
it's you
that's been on
my mind.

there's a little frou frou
psychobabble
playing in the background.
or is that
shh?
you know i'm no good with
names.

you've just left me.
and i've just cum.
my legs still
shake,
picturing
you
beneath
me.

mouth on mouth;
tongue on tongue.
you know
there's nothing
as sweet
as the taste
of me
on you
after i
cum.