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to the Gods who let me be dumb
Why did he have to smell so good
Why'd he have to make me laugh so hard
When the world is falling apart around us
Why'd his hands have to feel like coming home
Why'd that area where his shoulder and neck meet
Still feel like the space where I belong...
Why'd his voice have to drip with sarcastic honey
Why'd he have to have those perfectly shaped lips
And why do they fit perfectly against mine
I'm too old to be getting that drunk
Too old to be in alone and in bed with him
Too old to have his hands gripping mine above my head
Because the gods know that I am a coward
And I couldn't have kissed him sober
Why'd he have to make me laugh so hard
When the world is falling apart around us
Why'd his hands have to feel like coming home
Why'd that area where his shoulder and neck meet
Still feel like the space where I belong...
Why'd his voice have to drip with sarcastic honey
Why'd he have to have those perfectly shaped lips
And why do they fit perfectly against mine
I'm too old to be getting that drunk
Too old to be in alone and in bed with him
Too old to have his hands gripping mine above my head
Because the gods know that I am a coward
And I couldn't have kissed him sober
Published 17th Mar 2020
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Some forbidden taste so good. But I that you should not getting drunk to have sex with because because it better to remember the feelings. Keep on writing.
17th Mar 2020 5:22am
17th Mar 2020 7:22am
But he kissed you when you were drunk? Did he atleast ask if it was ok? Great writing by the way. It really portrays your emotions
17th Mar 2020 9:02am
He was also drunk? It was consenting. Nothing horrendous. Lol. Just a... Poorly timed kiss with someone I was in love with a long time ago.
21st Mar 2020 1:30am
Dayum!
I loved the "sarcastic honey" line. Sometimes we lose our senses let ourselves be lost in the void of lust.
Great write Blue.
I loved the "sarcastic honey" line. Sometimes we lose our senses let ourselves be lost in the void of lust.
Great write Blue.
21st Mar 2020 2:18am
It's that self imposed barrier, by the way, (sobriety-anxiety) that increases your desire, whiiiiich paired with rumination,
Why'd that area where his shoulder and neck meet
Still feel like the space where I belong...
Why'd his voice have to drip with sarcastic honey
creates vulnerability-investment space. What you resist persists.
Seducers know this. A prolonged courtship is a slow burning fuse when done smoothly. It's a clumsy connect-the-dots like that wandering kid from Family Circus looking for an outhouse when it's done awkwardly. Use the map, as you could also self-trigger in future if you screen first and just moderate your story pacing
I like how far your work has evolved this past year. I mentioned in Seattle the 4 stages I observed you grow through. This past year has been more
Trip how security in the physical, comfort in the mental, 'specially with bittersweet honesty (sarcastic honey) just pops open the strength-with-humility place. 5 minutes of love connection, lusting for a complete human being, feeling that kinda completeness in being an animal being, without judgement or recourse, is still so ripe and potent and live and sacred even if it's capricious.
Why'd that area where his shoulder and neck meet
Still feel like the space where I belong...
Why'd his voice have to drip with sarcastic honey
creates vulnerability-investment space. What you resist persists.
Seducers know this. A prolonged courtship is a slow burning fuse when done smoothly. It's a clumsy connect-the-dots like that wandering kid from Family Circus looking for an outhouse when it's done awkwardly. Use the map, as you could also self-trigger in future if you screen first and just moderate your story pacing
I like how far your work has evolved this past year. I mentioned in Seattle the 4 stages I observed you grow through. This past year has been more
Trip how security in the physical, comfort in the mental, 'specially with bittersweet honesty (sarcastic honey) just pops open the strength-with-humility place. 5 minutes of love connection, lusting for a complete human being, feeling that kinda completeness in being an animal being, without judgement or recourse, is still so ripe and potent and live and sacred even if it's capricious.
