when the nite ends with a fuck, a kiss can not linger
i think i am wanting love....
or perhaps just the togetherness, closeness, safeness, physicalness, kissing-ness of a relationship.
i am just starting my "diet" and therefore have no intentions of putting myself on the market yet.... but i must say that the only way i know i am still alive, is that i am starting to want touch.
do i want it because i long to feel good or do i want it to make sure i still feel?
maybe i just want a special best friend... someone i can come home to (or wait up for) and cuddle up with... someone who will run their fingers thru my hair during Law & Order... someone who will rush home to tell me something cuz it just doesn't matter til they share it...
i want to be kissed.... long drawn out kisses.
the soft and wet ones that threaten to get hard but we don't let em...
like junior high school (back then before girls became forced whores and boys forced pimps) when you went home with the tingle-burn of puffy red lips...
before all the sexy steps were skipped, but instead pined after and written about in diaries.
i just wana feel... feel another... be felt....
someone to go mad with.
someone to go mad for.
someone to be there for.
i want puffy hour-make out lips...
i want to feel the excite-tickle of the slow, nervous, slid of a bra strap.
i want to feel your fingers well after you've gone home.
i want to smell like you.
and know you.
and be known by you.
i want to help you.
and care for you.
and feel you.
will i shed these purposed pounds of pain in time?
before all the good ones go away???
will there be anyone there
when finally, i am?
or perhaps just the togetherness, closeness, safeness, physicalness, kissing-ness of a relationship.
i am just starting my "diet" and therefore have no intentions of putting myself on the market yet.... but i must say that the only way i know i am still alive, is that i am starting to want touch.
do i want it because i long to feel good or do i want it to make sure i still feel?
maybe i just want a special best friend... someone i can come home to (or wait up for) and cuddle up with... someone who will run their fingers thru my hair during Law & Order... someone who will rush home to tell me something cuz it just doesn't matter til they share it...
i want to be kissed.... long drawn out kisses.
the soft and wet ones that threaten to get hard but we don't let em...
like junior high school (back then before girls became forced whores and boys forced pimps) when you went home with the tingle-burn of puffy red lips...
before all the sexy steps were skipped, but instead pined after and written about in diaries.
i just wana feel... feel another... be felt....
someone to go mad with.
someone to go mad for.
someone to be there for.
i want puffy hour-make out lips...
i want to feel the excite-tickle of the slow, nervous, slid of a bra strap.
i want to feel your fingers well after you've gone home.
i want to smell like you.
and know you.
and be known by you.
i want to help you.
and care for you.
and feel you.
will i shed these purposed pounds of pain in time?
before all the good ones go away???
will there be anyone there
when finally, i am?