:Random 54:

Lay up with me under clouds of weed smoke. Your fingers part my lips while you kiss the other pair.

:Random 53:

Drunken with dusty feet, I stumbled to the rooftop with my shoes in hand. The wind whispered, “Jump & you will fly!” To which I replied, “Jump & I’ll surely die.” The cool summer rain soothed my burning skin.

:Random 52:

I raise my glass to the people with full resumes & adequate experience yet lack the sheet of paper that exempts them from inferior pay. To Those of us actively hunting for our purpose under the umbrella of others. It’s time to dance in the rain.

::Random 51::

There’s something so inviting in the wind. The way it rustles the leaves, kisses my skin, and beckons me to follow its patterns in the sky. Chimes jingle in the distance, reminding me of the twilight sneaking into my window as we cracked our eyes after a night of passion.

:Random 50:

If what they say is true, 'Home is where the heart is.' And every time you look around, he's with the same someone else, his heart is not with you.

Unfamiliar

Let’s cross the line between lovers and friends.
Devour my body.
Entrap my soul.
Impress me.
Excite me.
Deliver me.

French kisses for your phallus
and chills for your spine.
Nibbles for my clit while you squeeze my ass
and suck my soul.

This is important.
I don’t want to be your friend.
I only want to be your lover.

Don’t ask me about my day
Just remove my panties.
Take  off your clothes.
You mustn’t speak.
No, you mustn’t speak.

Let’s be unfamiliar.

:Random 24:

I’m racing against myself and getting nowhere fast.
Reminiscing on a past life when not much mattered.
Dancing all night with friends.
Endless lovers
Longer summers
and missing that life.
Wishing I took better care of my head start.

I’m here now
Lost and trying to regain consciousness
I’m here
That’s enough.

The past doesn’t matter.
The way he slipped your stilettos from your aching feet and kissed your drunken lips to hush your sober thoughts
doesn’t matter.

Soft nibbles on softer breasts
A sticky heat penetrating your skin.
My skin.
Our skin.

Alter Ego

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Who is she?
She smokes cigars but still smells
like the first dance of spring.

Thick legs,
beautiful smile,
& a heavy heart.

Hard liquor coats her tongue
& singes your lips.

No make up,
hair unkempt,
brown skin
with worn leather framing her eyes.

Never begging for love.
Touch mimicking light rain,
words like thunder,
& unapologetically
freer than the wind.