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No if's but when's


  
When I wake up    
to bone rattling snores    
vibrating loud and long;    
a first sleepy thought—  
laying beautifully desperate    
glowing in midnight crescent moonlight,    
songs of muffled curses    
singing out of a pillow's cloth confines  
harsh spats reverberating  
as blue eyes flash proud    
pushing hard  
biting through    
how you try in earnest to make me scream    
your name    
   
When several times a night  
rolls carelessly into    
habit or aged circumstance,    
rattling sad weary bones;    
looking past or through    
thick undercurrents—  
deep pools lapping shores  
of never waning stricken hot need,    
dreamlike memories  
blurring rhythmic hips    
searching..... stabbing in full hard rise  
tempting, tormenting  
grazing against moist    
wispy air  
electrifying instant slickness,    
evoking choked back pleas for nirvana    
   
When absent-minded  
goodnight kisses  
pitifully exchanged like brushing teeth,    
are just as arousing  
while inside,    
every single cell aches    
of plundering heat    
where lips once mined gold    
   
When casual cuddles    
wrapped in separated nests,    
watching whatever masks the dark doldrums  
until sleep comes,    
is filler  
staving off    
a stifled growl of nostalgic waxing    
around times when    
wickedness    
constantly bubbled under the surface,    
causing unsated need    
to build a heady debaucheristic    
blueprint of inspired gluttony;  
rallying a time,    
where being stripped naked,    
gruff, mean and rudely  
met riotous squeals    
my growling approval rising to meet your  
loving acceptance  
of what I desperately require—    
thrown to the floor,    
ripped open and hungrily ready    
to deliciously drowning in strength,    
force and direly in need of your reckoning.    
tongue traced, teased    
crucified ....to the brink of hate/perfection    
fighting back my body's urges,    
betrayed completely  
with every whimpered beg.    
   
When fucked    
eye. to. eye.    
escaping sad mundane realms    
only knowing the feel of you    
the slow stretching pain laced ecstasy    
pushing deep, deeper  
deeply sealing a perfect fit,    
my cunt greedily acquiescing    
milking every minute aspect    
and ... almost cuming    
to    
your sounds    
your smells    
your own rapture    
   
When reminded, only you can reach  
that very sacred place inside me.    
Our fuck groove—  
the smallest incremental move,    
amount of pressure,  
or swirl of my pelvis    
and we're rocketed into our sex stratosphere  
reaching outer space with zero boundaries    
writhing in viscous starlight    
melding into something else...    
one being of raw exposed nerves    
covered in naked unspoken emotion  
feeling only. each. other.  
driving seeds of pleasure  
riding    
directing  
burning retinas, hearts-  
all sense  
until slumped in a rumpled pile    
heaving breathlessness  
aching amidst the secrets of the universe  
   
-All while one of the late night "Jimmy's"    
unknowingly looked on-  
   
When clawing at those memories    
like they're life, itself.    
Becauset they were    
they are- always will be.    
   
and when  
   
yearned for moments  
that I still feel scratching away    
under my skin-  
miniscule realizations    
of real life intrusions    
sadly sowed    
into status quo substitutions  
   
It's then    
and there—  
blind to apathy's infestation    
as it stealthily corrupts  
   
when    
we both    
unknowingly    
let  
it    
all    
dissolve    
   
   
   
to    
nothing.    
   
   
   
   
   
   
Written by Bluevelvete
Published | Edited 6th Jul 2022
Author's Note
Not until much later is there a deep sad realization of just how much it means to continue to work your hardest on something that's supposed to be wholly and mutually cherished..... one of my most difficult life lessons, yet.

(a work in writing progress)
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