Jul 30, 2013
Plan B makes my vagina cry.
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Plan B makes my vagina cry.
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Sleepy morning wake ups to that face sleepily watching me sleep
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I am curious about your body; the way the tips of my fingers make you softly inhale and struggle to let go I've never held so quiet an intoxicating power before and all i want to do is drink you in your lips a hearts beat away from mine your inhales landing on my exhales and the space between us shrinking until this is no more you/me and all that is left is the soft down of your eyes against my skin your hands clutching at my back and my smile against your throat.
They told me it would be good to keep you at arms length; and it wasn't until I tried that I realized how short my arms really were because arms length always left us hip to hop and chest to chest and I wish this arms length would never be longer than the space between our chests as we breathed but somehow I felt myself getting farther and farther away from you and it wasn't until I realized that they'd been telling you about this rule too of arms length and breathing space that I noticed how much longer your arms were and how much space could fit between your hips and mine until there was so much space i felt like my lungs could explode From all the space that used to be fllled by my arms length view of you.
All I wanted to do was steal your words and slip them under my tongue to melt like sugar, like ice, like my skin under your hands as we lay on your bed I used to carry you like a bruise tender to the touch and sour to the bone. rounded shoulders and long legs bent into my stomach until I was a small ball in the middle of your bed whispering your name into the silence softly broken by the exhale of your breath
saying a name that would never sound like my own sometimes I thought if I curled myself around you enough we'd become so intwined that this would never break instead I am left with a mouth full of your words my tongue running over my teeth and my lips tastings like iron and rust -learning how to speak
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