Babyloni Yoni checkin' in
slept a week in love-soaked sheets face down in the concavity that smelled of you for approximately 1.5 daysyou are every bit as luscious as i'd thought and although i've got no time for tarrying...this heady preoccupation encircles me like a girdle with a built-in vibrator
it's a time for speeding down highways, for melting the miles like hot fat in a skillet, for laughing until we cannot breathe, stoned and happy with sweat between our bellies and hair in our teeth...first thing in the morning with heavy lids and heavier breath i'll still give as good as i take, maybe even better
meanwhile, those hands on these hips pushed wide from birthing, hips that sway easy from practice of soothing the pretty little savages whose coos came to bring down sweet honey milk from this same titty that fit so well in the cup of those hands that rushed from hither to yon and lingered just long enough to make me into a human viewmaster whose only reels are of these scenes grinding of gears and titilating in the way that playing cards attached to wheelspokes satisfies a child...
baby, i want an icecream sundae with cream and nuts and shaved chocolate and candy sprinkles...every bit of every thing that i can get, i want on that sundae and i like it that way because anything less than everything all at once makes the tummy ache afterward a vain pain to suffer.
i prefer full contact-sports to hoops. but that's just me.
posted by Kim @ 9:31 PM
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