lovers.

[norweiganwoods]

mmmmm, i want to hear your voice
if only so that i can pretend the intricacies of your scent,
and precisely how you cradle my body
(and the way you nuzzled the back of my neck [where my ankh is]--

and how electrified i was by being kissed there.)

but i'll be damned if i call you in a moment of drunken weakness.

not until wednesday, i promise myself.

not until fucking wednesday.