boundswampangel
baby girl
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- Apr 7, 2024
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there are nights where i find myself, kneeling along the sidewalk, taste of vodka on my tongue, and dreaming about you. my heart takes on a nervous rhythm and i can’t sit still.
i pace around the neighborhood and try to let my thoughts flow through, unobstructed, but the pulse of my veins interrupts it all.
despite the open space around me, i let my hand find its way between my legs and imagine it’s you. it’s only a brief moment: a touch, a rub, a soft graze, but it’s enough when i allow myself to believe it’s you. i gaze up at the night sky and hope that you see the same stars as me. that you touch yourself when you’re alone and imagine your fingers are mine moving along your skin. distant white light dances over me. it ignites the impulses i have for you:
gasoline dumped upon a smoldering fire. i rub my sternum gently, and i envision you.
i pretend you are rubbing, stroking, touching my chest. you bend down and kiss my breasts, taking my nipples between your lips. you taste me. your hands find my vulnerable spots as your tongue explores my flesh.
how is it that i could imagine this but not experience it? i guess that’s life. i want, and i want, and i want, and i want.
i whisper your name to myself as i fall asleep at night. i hope that the swell of fantasies that fill my veins are made real. i hope that you will know the smell and taste of my skin.
the only faith i have is buried in that belief. i will know you, and you will have me. this is the only truth.
i pace around the neighborhood and try to let my thoughts flow through, unobstructed, but the pulse of my veins interrupts it all.
despite the open space around me, i let my hand find its way between my legs and imagine it’s you. it’s only a brief moment: a touch, a rub, a soft graze, but it’s enough when i allow myself to believe it’s you. i gaze up at the night sky and hope that you see the same stars as me. that you touch yourself when you’re alone and imagine your fingers are mine moving along your skin. distant white light dances over me. it ignites the impulses i have for you:
gasoline dumped upon a smoldering fire. i rub my sternum gently, and i envision you.
i pretend you are rubbing, stroking, touching my chest. you bend down and kiss my breasts, taking my nipples between your lips. you taste me. your hands find my vulnerable spots as your tongue explores my flesh.
how is it that i could imagine this but not experience it? i guess that’s life. i want, and i want, and i want, and i want.
i whisper your name to myself as i fall asleep at night. i hope that the swell of fantasies that fill my veins are made real. i hope that you will know the smell and taste of my skin.
the only faith i have is buried in that belief. i will know you, and you will have me. this is the only truth.
