the life and musings of a kinky slut

Thoughts Of You

Thoughts of you invade my days,
muscling their way into moments
not meant to be titillating.
School lectures.
In my car listening to NPR.
As I clean my room,
for the first time ever,
trying desperately to do something
that takes my mind off you.
And your hands in my hair.
And your lips on my neck.
The smell of you.
The taste of you.
So many days filled
with pieces of you
dripped about.

If only they’d go away…

No, wait.

Stay, just a little longer.


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