rbijon
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Too cool and very sensual. Fishnet, bare flesh and cookies go so well together
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Okay, here’s the thing:
I have this brain, right?
This beautiful brain
Which is both a blessing and a curse.
You know how when you kiss my forehead
It’s a bit like you’re kissing my mind,
And covering the sound
For a moment,
Of the massive overthinking
And the worry that you know is
Constantly happening
Whether I want it to be or not?
I guess now you do.
This morning
My worry is
That that last kiss we shared
My upper torso pressed into the lowered driver’s side window,
Rain covered car against my legs
On my tiptoes to get in,
Your hand, thumb on my cheek...
What if that sweet, goodbye kiss
Was our last?
What if you never messaged me again?
What if the connection I feel for you
Is so much more than what you feel for me
And it scares you too much?
What if I scare you too much?
What if you scare me too much?
What if the world stops right now for one of us?
What if the rain causes a car in front of you on the freeway
To hydroplane and swerve, injuring you?
What if that kiss was our last?
Will it stand the time test?
Be enough for us to remember what we have?
And I need your kiss on my forehead now.
To numb this thought.
Instead of reality,
I have memory
And this brain...
You really rock fishnet!!!
Okay, here’s the thing:
I have this brain, right?
This beautiful brain
Which is both a blessing and a curse.
You know how when you kiss my forehead
It’s a bit like you’re kissing my mind,
And covering the sound
For a moment,
Of the massive overthinking
And the worry that you know is
Constantly happening
Whether I want it to be or not?
I guess now you do.
This morning
My worry is
That that last kiss we shared
My upper torso pressed into the lowered driver’s side window,
Rain covered car against my legs
On my tiptoes to get in,
Your hand, thumb on my cheek...
What if that sweet, goodbye kiss
Was our last?
What if you never messaged me again?
What if the connection I feel for you
Is so much more than what you feel for me
And it scares you too much?
What if I scare you too much?
What if you scare me too much?
What if the world stops right now for one of us?
What if the rain causes a car in front of you on the freeway
To hydroplane and swerve, injuring you?
What if that kiss was our last?
Will it stand the time test?
Be enough for us to remember what we have?
And I need your kiss on my forehead now.
To numb this thought.
Instead of reality,
I have memory
And this brain...
Okay, here’s the thing:
I have this brain, right?
This beautiful brain
Which is both a blessing and a curse.
You know how when you kiss my forehead
It’s a bit like you’re kissing my mind,
And covering the sound
For a moment,
Of the massive overthinking
And the worry that you know is
Constantly happening
Whether I want it to be or not?
I guess now you do.
This morning
My worry is
That that last kiss we shared
My upper torso pressed into the lowered driver’s side window,
Rain covered car against my legs
On my tiptoes to get in,
Your hand, thumb on my cheek...
What if that sweet, goodbye kiss
Was our last?
What if you never messaged me again?
What if the connection I feel for you
Is so much more than what you feel for me
And it scares you too much?
What if I scare you too much?
What if you scare me too much?
What if the world stops right now for one of us?
What if the rain causes a car in front of you on the freeway
To hydroplane and swerve, injuring you?
What if that kiss was our last?
Will it stand the time test?
Be enough for us to remember what we have?
And I need your kiss on my forehead now.
To numb this thought.
Instead of reality,
I have memory
And this brain...
I’m sitting in a coffee shop
Sipping a cappuccino
Waiting for you.
The barista attempted to flirt with me.
I lead my order with a joke
(Because that’s who I am)
And said something like
“I forgot my personal cup, so I hope you have some here”
And he ran with it;
Making an elaborate effort
To try and touch me at one point
In order to illustrate how his hands
Would help add volume to mine
Since the shop was plum out of cups.
As I paid, the barista asked what I was up to today,
So I told him
That I had a date.
He looked a little crestfallen, but wished me luck.
The thing is, I don’t need luck.
I just need you.
I need you to kiss me
I need you to hold me
I need you to touch me
I need you to claim me
I need you.
I just need you.
So I wait,
Like a good, patient little girl
Who needs her clothes ripped off by you
As soon as possible.
You’re an absolute delight, I’ve loved your last few posts.
I wanna hear the details!!
who the fuck puts apples in the refrigerator?
Details... hmmm... let’s see if I can do the night justice with a list:
- We rented a cute little studio for the night.
- He brought all the foods including that super delicious cookie and the makings for dinner
- We had a cucumber salad shared from the same bowl.
- We tried to watch a movie on Netflix at one point (Solo), but He thinks about a total of 10 minutes were actually watched.
- Manni slept on the nightstand because Daddy cuddles were all I needed.
- The apartment never got completely dark, but had this almost darkness that was exactly how my closet gets, so now my slow blinks at work are going to be amazing.
- I was naked or in only my sweater or the fishnet the entire time.
- There were apples in the refrigerator, which makes me wonder about people who put apples in the refrigerator.
- We are magic.
We are magic.
I’m sitting in a coffee shop
Sipping a cappuccino
Waiting for you.
The barista attempted to flirt with me.
I lead my order with a joke
(Because that’s who I am)
And said something like
“I forgot my personal cup, so I hope you have some here”
And he ran with it;
Making an elaborate effort
To try and touch me at one point
In order to illustrate how his hands
Would help add volume to mine
Since the shop was plum out of cups.
As I paid, the barista asked what I was up to today,
So I told him
That I had a date.
He looked a little crestfallen, but wished me luck.
The thing is, I don’t need luck.
I just need you.
I need you to kiss me
I need you to hold me
I need you to touch me
I need you to claim me
I need you.
I just need you.
So I wait,
Like a good, patient little girl
Who needs her clothes ripped off by you
As soon as possible.
but then I remember back to my younger days of working in the grocery store produce department...
pulling an apple right out of the case after it had just arrived off the refrigerated truck, taking a bite out of it... fuck. that there's refreshing.
unless the apple was a golden delicious. those apples can be put in the ground and left to rot for all I care.
And red delicious are mealy, disgusting garbage which shouldn’t have been cultivated or continue to be planted or even associated with other apple species due to their absolute grotesque “flavor.”
These were Granny Smiths, so possibly more refreshing if cool? I’ve never put my apples in the refrigerator before and had never thought to because... well, why?
And red delicious are mealy, disgusting garbage which shouldn’t have been cultivated or continue to be planted or even associated with other apple species due to their absolute grotesque “flavor.”
Preach.
...now I want a red delicious apple. fml.
an apple a day....
I haven’t bothered with neither apples nor doctors in years
all that said, there are probably some in the fridge right now