If I miss one thing about him, it's his lips. Scratch that, his body in general. This two month ride has mostly been all about the physical. Sometimes I was teased with glimpses into his inner self, this hurt, dark, lonely being that I liked and wanted to explore. He shut the curtain on that one and pushed me back into the safest area he knew, the booty barn.
I will miss him. I enjoyed his lips so much I wanted to bite them off and keep for myself. I couldn't snuggle close enough - one night I actually might have tried to climb inside - unless I dreamt it. No more probing him about his nerdalicious obsession with horror movies and all things creep. No matter how tooly he'll get i will say this... he was a rare one who just needed some healing. If he lets himself.
2 comments:
Damn, girl, I admire you for your thoughtfulness and rawness and openness with your desires. There is something delightfully poetic in your longing.
This is beautiful.
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