hard, long, as if I am your everything,
because I am your everything, at least in this moment.
Ohh, do I want to do the same.
To be present.
To be utterly available to reckless abandonment.
Abandon the random thoughts running through my splitting brain.
Abandon responsibilities that serve
no purpose right here,
Now is it.
not this morning.
The blinding bluebird blue light from the mega projector reflecting off his translucent skin.
His wet tongue exploring,
darting in and out of my mouth like a peek a boo.
I see you.
I feel you.
You wanna play?
I can play all right.
Come here, I'll match you.
I'll beat you.
There's no winners and thank god no losers.
Come to think of it, it's only winners.
It's the moment, how else could it be different?
His fingers trace the outline of my hips,
up my ribcage,
to my small breast,
coddling it before tweaking the nipple.
The nipple, made to feed babies...
and my lover.
He gleans his nutrition beyond what food can provide.
no serving the belly,
only open for full body satiation.
To be satiated,
to be full,
to need nothing more.
What more could there be?