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So.. here we go.
No point in stopping now, right eyes? I'm on a roll.
The past few days were music, plain and simple. Bouncing jittery music to happy poppy music that sang by an actor pop star with pretty hair. And my hips could sway right, hop right talk right. You know me and my almost star boys. It was good, orgasmicly good.
Feeling a little guilty now. Like i'm supposed to be miserable, or maybe just attainable for a moment. Stop, stand still listen. If i try tommorrow will it be too late? What can you say that i haven't already heard, commented on, made note of, and pushed into your face? Make me care... go ahead.
Breathe easy and take a step back is what they tell me when i can't seem to separate the thoughts. So here we go mankind... all together now.
a reiteration of thought, re-spoken, reworded, though the poetry doesn't burn so bad anymore.
Movement. crash to the front but my body's still bouncing. I'm no longer in this flesh bound world, not but a dot circling erternity that is the dot circling eternity. Sweat makes me real... the buzz in my ears that starts in my head and reinvents itself with the silence that follows. Hips swivel, kisses in the dark. Your face, your smell your memory.
All things i wait for.
Explosions of heat setting off chain reactions beneath my skin. Can feel the universe hovering at my fingertips again. It's like an old friend.
a slight spike from tonight. Accusations of being too far away. Accusations of not being there. Although i'm here but apparently not there...
Not because i don't want to be. Not because i don't care. If you don't LET me care how can i care?
It's a catch 22 right?
No point in stopping now, right eyes? I'm on a roll.
The past few days were music, plain and simple. Bouncing jittery music to happy poppy music that sang by an actor pop star with pretty hair. And my hips could sway right, hop right talk right. You know me and my almost star boys. It was good, orgasmicly good.
Feeling a little guilty now. Like i'm supposed to be miserable, or maybe just attainable for a moment. Stop, stand still listen. If i try tommorrow will it be too late? What can you say that i haven't already heard, commented on, made note of, and pushed into your face? Make me care... go ahead.
Breathe easy and take a step back is what they tell me when i can't seem to separate the thoughts. So here we go mankind... all together now.
a reiteration of thought, re-spoken, reworded, though the poetry doesn't burn so bad anymore.
Movement. crash to the front but my body's still bouncing. I'm no longer in this flesh bound world, not but a dot circling erternity that is the dot circling eternity. Sweat makes me real... the buzz in my ears that starts in my head and reinvents itself with the silence that follows. Hips swivel, kisses in the dark. Your face, your smell your memory.
All things i wait for.
Explosions of heat setting off chain reactions beneath my skin. Can feel the universe hovering at my fingertips again. It's like an old friend.
a slight spike from tonight. Accusations of being too far away. Accusations of not being there. Although i'm here but apparently not there...
Not because i don't want to be. Not because i don't care. If you don't LET me care how can i care?
It's a catch 22 right?