my girl in no clothes
how i wish i could taste her
soft; a rose petal.
my lips; firm, against
the hard tips of your nipple
tongue--one small circle.
dorm; door closed tightly
tied firm to the bed, tight-trapped--
ecstasy, again.
so today, with jenny. mostly consisted of relaxation, going out for indian food, catching the last half of the super bowl at BAR, & then coming home to have crazy lazy sex, every which way & that. i know, maybe i talk about sex alot, but its all new to me. something i don't talk about is how fucking gross i feel. the last year i spent in really good shape- i mean, kind of exceptionally good shape. now without having worked out for a while, i feel soft. it isn't something i like, though jenny of course assures me that i am still of an athletic build. & oh my god. she wore this sweater today? oh, & jenny laughed about how rabidly monogamous i am. it isn't that the things she says hurt- its more like they hit me in the chest like an anvil. i am jealous & possessive, but she backs me up- it isn't in a mysoginistic way; it isn't because she is a girl but because she's my girl. the thing is? i actually realize the past is, you know, in the past. can you fucking believe it? i love that girl. & if anyone ever tries to hurt her besides me, i'll fucking murder them.
on an unrelated note, if you arn't reading