What I'm thinking about
is the couch cushion between us.
That enormous island of doubt-inducing,
fear-mongering plushy goodness.
The way you sat on one end unknowingly,
unwittingly breaking my heart.
What I'm thinking about
is a future that may or may not be.
One where you're not mine,
and I can't call myself yours.
A future?
A nightmare.
What I'm thinking about
is your sweet face,
my heart strings play desire,
a parting, goodnight embrace,
a drive in cold attire.
What I'm thinking about is
The way your body molds to mine,
when we sail on rhythmic notes,
kisses, shivers on open throats,
in sailboats cut from pine.
What I'm thinking about is
Ocean waves,
bodily craves,
neon raves,
shallow graves.
What I'm thinking about is
Pink pillows and monkey jokes,
melted cookies and that 70's show,
chocolate milk and tickle fights,
wake-up sex and late night drives,
dragonball and deja vu,
a dash of me,
a pinch of you.














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oh jeez, I really wish I could say something lovely and poetic and intelligent here, but I think that you've rendered me speechless.
This is amazing.
Your favorite-ing and this comment
are more than enough to make me
smile and know your intentions
And I'm very glad you enjoyed it.
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"Graze on my lips; and if those hills be dry, stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie." (Shakespeare)
#join DirtyMouth if you're over 18.
That is an amazing thing
for you to say.
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"Graze on my lips; and if those hills be dry, stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie." (Shakespeare)
#join DirtyMouth if you're over 18.
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Dreams to unfold,
like a kaleidoscope
reflecting a hundred skies.
95% of all deviants have a stupid percentage thing in their signature. If you're one of the 5% that don't... Oh shit...
XD
Thanks so very very much though.
That totally made me feel awesome
and congrats about the prize! (:
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