blackout.makeout.

seems to be the new trend.


i want to be able to remember the details of this kiss.
this kiss that i crave and drool for more
of his mouth.
what does he taste like?
i had a taste but the lights were out... in my mind.
it must have been good... because the feeling lingered on and on
throughout the day until i realized what had happened.
he had put a spell on me.
the testosterone was playing tricks on my mind
each taste bud picking up the saliva that
we indeed were told that we shared.

i want to feel his hands on my ..
i want to place my hands on his neck.. in his hair.
and pull away the curtain to remember
our first kiss.

wolves.

prancing back and forth
in quick playful circles.

a mess of fur
caught in the teeth
of the player.

feeding ones rush for
passion at an
instant...
bite. of flesh
of the tip of his
ear.

fear not, for we are
safe here in each
other's body curvature
where the warmth
is held in between
breaths.

luring and tricking
each other in
side of one another
nibbling and scratching
the surface.
howling at the moon
only takes a few
moments to
realize that he
is in fact one of
your own.

there is no escaping the
outcome
of the past.
we scurry off into
the dark brush of the
city lights and
lick our
wounds.
gracefully planning
out the careful
and quiet footsteps
each one
underestimating
the sinful
but powerful
occurrence that
led us to this...

the similarity of the past.
the colors teal and black reappear for another adventure.  it wasn't a planned event, none of them usually are. actually, the spontaneous events are usually the most genuine. he was meant only to be with me that night. i gave so much away to him.
as jagged as i can be, i go down quite smooth. no one is sure what to do with me afterwards is the issue.

every inch of him, i wanted to have my hands on. i needed to remember and feel my way around... his body is something that i could get accustomed to. something so familiar that it only took minutes before we had crossed several lines.
pressing our souls together, i used much creativity to keep him interested. the truth is.. i was asking for all of it. this is how it usually happens, i wonder if he will bail now that he knows the answer.
making love is something you decide to work on together. putting a conscious effort into being together, making compromises and taking the time to get to know the entire story.
i am amazed by this one.
he is amazed as well.
i can see it going much further than just a casual moment... in dimmed light i can still see all the details.
the sharpness of teeth is what will be able to tear us apart. until that day, i'll wait patiently for another kiss.

cats.

the instance when all the space is occupied with flesh, not one inch went to waste.  it was a good feeling to be one with another... the skin of our numb bodies together in an action of sorts.  i'm not sure where we were going with this.. but the feeling was priceless.
all the songs added together... unfortunately i was being strange and don't remember any of them.  i also was so distracted that my black tank and leather leggings were the least of my worries.  instead i traveled around with the fur and sound... writing poems on the kitchen floor.  at three am ... offers bounds of inspiration.  too bad all feelings hurt.. even the tears are like needles that stab deep into the soul.  i'm just no longer even interested in looking at other souls.  for no one... the dress up game is for you.  the mystery of material.  the love source of alittle lace... the instance when you realize that the bra you decided to wear is just a bit uncomfortable and a few scars will never stop you...

for his eyes this time.

i had a slight idea that it would happen.  the color purple, with a touch of white lace to add innocence.  the color teal and black matched my simple outfit.  it doesn't matter if it matches really, what matters is how it makes you feel.  sometimes the randomness adds to the flare...keep it interesting.  i knew those bottoms made mine look... spanish.  this is always fun at a dance party.  the music inspired me today, along with a couple of other favors.  the family of musicians is my back drop to one of the most memorable make.out moments of my life.  just like a dream, there was a fire place and several pieces of moveable furniture for some dance floor variety.  the soundtrack was fun, nice blend of rap and original hip-hop collaborations.  this is hilarious because i secretly go crazy over this type of music, especially when i get to roll around with a boy.  i admired him from afar for so long. days, months... for almost a year i had no idea that it was even something i wanted.  i just was always there to see and listen because i loved the music, i loved the purpose... then i fell in love with the band. it took time and several mutual friends later... he ended up in my kitchen for a haircut.  i knew the exact one.. i was on my way out west... small talk.  he liked it. a lot.  but here i was laying on the floor laughing with him.  red sunglasses...  the dim light of fire.  a deserted island, the stars like ice crystals...  i pranced around with him for hours, words will never express the happiness and joy i felt... also the deep and dark tone of the entire venture.  the fun in it is beauty... the curiosity of this creature.  something about keeping it simple and innocent can make for the most inspiring galavant of my life.  the one where a hint of red keeps me wanting more.  13.10.12

last minute lace charade.

he texted me quickly, and late at that.  it was a simple conversation, i think we both knew exactly what we needed.  it was a need at this point, i had pondered on it all day.  i needed to feel the touch a another human.  one that i knew, a familiar set of shoulders.  it was nice because the event didn't need a script.  it felt comfortable. we just laid in the silence of the dark evening.  the cold wind outside helped calm me for a minute.  the soundtrack was quiet, we couldn't wake anyone.  just a few keys, a familiar song in the night... the sound of a piano.  it's the only way i can breathe.  i can't control my heart rate anymore... he holds me like he missed me.  i laugh.  let the games begin.  its not about the sex these days... it's more about the inspiration.  the feeling of being wanted.  the want of feeling needed.  our story dates back further than tonight.  we started this adventure almost a year ago... the story continues.  i wonder if he could see the black lace in the small bits of light the street light created.  they were frail beings... carefully lined with a flesh colored ribbon, one tiny bow in the front.  i usually stay fairly dressed with him, he likes the mystery.  i enjoy the comfort a bit of lace offers in such a vulnerable moment.  i couldn't wait any longer... i kissed him.  not much, we were in a hurry at first.  today's circumstances are different than before... it has been months since we last felt each other.  i am now a bit more innocent.  but the pleasure of him still intrigues me.  it keeps me guessing and wondering for his next move.  he tell's me to slow down... "i want to play with you just a little longer."  the thing about me... i always disappear.  soon the sun will rise and our time is done.  i am gone before even the smallest sliver of her appears.  i wake up hours later in my own bed.  almost positive i dreamed him.  but the proof remains... the painting on the wall. 20.11.12