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(The picture you never send me goes here.)
Wordman,
I’ve been dreaming of you again.
Your lips so soft on mine, sending sparkler-electrics through my skin. You get girlish on me and pull away, talking, emitting words that mean nothing. Shhh. Stay with me love.
While my ponytail bobs beneath your belt, you reach down and remove the hairband letting my hair fall upon my shoulders. “Come here.” you say, pulling me up to your face. “You don’t have to do that.”
I get confused. I wanting to please you. You treating me like a Madonna again when I prefer to be your whore.
Your kisses erase my concerns and I reach back and remove your hairband. Oh! Your hair falls upon my belly tickling me and I giggle.
How I love to explore the landscape of you.
How I want you to be here right now. Come to me. Bring me your flaws. Let me love the raggedness of you.
Hummingbird