Shiiiiit

I can see your arms behind your head
looking down at you
feels better than loving you
and it makes me love you more
makes me love to look at you
and feel blood coursing down
circling and circling
sometimes I want you inside of me
want to feel just your skin
want to smell you and feel it smooth against me

When you lift up your shirt
and press me against you
I look up into your eyes
and the smile inside is bursting
that's why I love lying with my back against yours
every inch of your skin calms me
and everyday I love you


This is the last time I smoke.

Even a poem

Sometimes I'll have a smoke. I'll sit there and feel everything getting harder. There'll be this yearning for something clean and easy.

Sex would be clean and easy.

My house is dirty and the only time it's clean is when I have sex.

Sorta makes me wonder what dirty sex is like.

Although, I have had it.

Clean sex makes me wet. I can just feel the rigid coldness, a complete blunt approach, a hauntingly sexy focus on how things feel, but not who. I think if I had to think of who I'd be self conscious. For me I think dirty sex would be who.

And to further on this stoned ramble.... I think that having that kind of sex would lock down every remaining spot inside of me that isn't sure. This is grossly indulgent.

The pussy slide

I spread my pussy lips apart and have him rub his dick over my wetness. I put my palm over top of it and sigh at his rocking. I've gotten really turned on by this lately. I ask for it almost everytime we have sex. The sensation is amazing but the thing that really gets me is the shock on his face each time. He goes into it thinking he's doing it for me but 3 minutes in and we have to stop. That cracks me up and gets me off.

Also, I like the visuals of a pussy hotdog.

Tease ftw

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