Let me know I am alive. Strip down and witness grace.

Let's count our senses. (Five!)

Feel yours. Erected and wet.

Smell this. Perfume and sweat.

I see you, boy, and you see my chest.

Taste it. Bitter and salty.

Simultaneous moan never misunderstood,

pull in closer, and whisper again, softly.

I was in the mood to translate the love we made into something crude.

My boy is such a darling, he went out to pick up my medication. In the rain! Just so I can work on my homework, and instead I'm writing ugly lines and doing what I do best. Bitching! ...

A simple hello via facebook does not rekindle the friendship we once had. But of course you take advantage of the fact that I am the only person who has spoken to you in days. And now, you burden me with your silly problems. Fuck.