ForEverAfter
Ex-Bluelighter
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- Jan 16, 2012
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layover
you get off the plane
I am jet-lagged, emotionally
I don't know how I feel or how I felt.
we go out
lust in place of love
you pass out drunk
Lu encourages me to join you
she keeps my wine glass full
but, the sandman is dead
I am wider than awake
confidence distorting my self image
I am a genius, a god, arrogantly boasting about nothing
playing piano, consuming impossible amounts of alcohol
talking unreality with Lu and her boyfriend, I forgot his name
I embarrass myself
but, it's okay
Lu is slurring-drunk already
she won't remember
and her boyfriend
he doesn't care.
you look beautiful
when you sleep
my mind
is a museum of skin
I revisit that night
over and over.
your perky little tits. your bright pink pussy. your long red nails clawing at my spine. cask wine and cigarettes on your breath. your hair, flowing over your slender shoulders. curly. red. coiled into springs, bouncing electric against your pale skin.
Lu tells me I can't play piano very well, but it's not true
she's drunk, and jealous of my genius
her nameless boyfriend remains quiet, egoless, flat
he doesn't force conversation or embrace it
Lu is socially awkward, blunt, devoid of subtlety
and frustrated that I won't lie down with you.
the temptation is torturous.
our bodies separated by nothing but clothes
your heartbeat, the rhythm of your breath
your neck inches away from my mouth
I could just close my eyes and pretend to sleep
positioned so my erection doesn't dig into you
my arm casually wrapped around your waist
fingertips against your soft elastic abdomen
but I wouldn't be able to resist
working my way down between your legs.
Lu plays the piano
her technical perfection is no match for my soul
nobody speaks until the song ends
the gap in conversation allows me to focus.
your bald cunt. i wonder if you shave these days, or if you let it grow out. imagine both, simultaneously. wet lips, blooming, surrounded by smooth white skin. your pink pussy, surrounded by a mound of thin red hairs. your asshole tight around my finger. the tip of my tongue flicking against your bulging clitoris. the dirty things you said. as the bed lifted anchor. as we drifted across the floorboards. devolving into beasts. claws digging into my spine. the sweet animal noises you made when you were about to cum. your body glistening with sweat. the sound of wet flesh against wet flesh. the heat from your cunt liquifying my cock. melting us together.
the song ends
I tell Lu she's talented
no point in telling her she doesn't have a soul
she says, “sit on the couch”
she doesn't say why
I do it without thinking
your naked feet almost touching me
my pornographic inner monologue a thousand times louder.
your thin lips, wrapped around my cock. the taste of your skin on my buds. your sweat. your ass. your cunt. mixed with my saliva. the taste of my cock. my balls. my sweat. mixed with yours. our bodily fluids mixing as we kiss. my tongue synchronized with my hips. darting in and out of your mouth with every thrust. the sting of your long red nails, slicing through my flesh. your tits, in the palms of my hands. nipples like frozen cherries. your saturated cunt overflowing with slippery satin lubricant. your lips pressed hard against mine. muscles squeezing and releasing in sync.
nameless smokes a bong, exhaling an atmospheric mist
artificial light shining through the twisting grey strands of smoke
you glow, magic
too perfect
I am careful not to noticeably stare at you
my stare is fragmented, I assemble you in pieces
the impression your tits make against your clothes
A-cups, rising and falling with each breath
your delicate porcelain fingers
arranged like poetry
the hem of your dress
stuffed between your legs
material
pulled tight around your body
your lips, parted
inviting me
your lonely tongue
pink and moist
I cross my legs as blood rushes to my cock
my brain, struggling to keep my balls at bay
you're dangerously sexy
I cannot be trusted.
double one is two. double two, four. then eight. sixteen. thirty-two. sixty-four. a hundred and twenty-eight. two hundred and fifty-six. five hundred and twelve. one thousand and twenty-four. two thousand and forty-eight. four thousand and ninety-six. eight thousand, one hundred and ninety-two. sixteen thousand, three hundred and eighty-four. thirty-two thousand, seven hundred and sixty-eight. sixty-five thousand, five hundred and thirty-six.
I stop counting and uncross my legs
your toe brushes against me as I stand up
Lu frowns, frustrated
as I return to the armchair
my fantasies, no longer suffocated by mathematics
they come flooding back, drowning my thoughts
leaving nothing but lust.
I think about touching you, while you're asleep. sliding your red dress up to your waist. my fingertips tracing a line from your ankle to your panties. working their way underneath. my thumb gently pressed against your dry hole, as you get wet. my dick working it's way into your mouth. I think about undressing you with a pair of scissors. I think, one. two. four. eight. sixteen. thirty-two. sixty-four...
Lu tells me to sit on the couch
she doesn't say why
nameless smokes another bong
he doesn't say anything
I don't understand why she wants me to lie down with you
does she want me to molest you? fuck you? rape you?
so, what, she can catch me in the act?
I tell her “I'm going home”
I walk three kilometres
I escape
masturbate
thinking about you
post-ejaculation
I realize, Lu didn't want us to fuck
she wanted us to fall asleep together
so we'd wake up together
maybe you said something to her
about wanting to be with me
about that night, eight years ago
when my parents kicked you out
and we drifted apart.
I remember now
how much I love you
but, it's too late.
tomorrow
I wake up alone.
you get off the plane
I am jet-lagged, emotionally
I don't know how I feel or how I felt.
we go out
lust in place of love
you pass out drunk
Lu encourages me to join you
she keeps my wine glass full
but, the sandman is dead
I am wider than awake
confidence distorting my self image
I am a genius, a god, arrogantly boasting about nothing
playing piano, consuming impossible amounts of alcohol
talking unreality with Lu and her boyfriend, I forgot his name
I embarrass myself
but, it's okay
Lu is slurring-drunk already
she won't remember
and her boyfriend
he doesn't care.
you look beautiful
when you sleep
my mind
is a museum of skin
I revisit that night
over and over.
your perky little tits. your bright pink pussy. your long red nails clawing at my spine. cask wine and cigarettes on your breath. your hair, flowing over your slender shoulders. curly. red. coiled into springs, bouncing electric against your pale skin.
Lu tells me I can't play piano very well, but it's not true
she's drunk, and jealous of my genius
her nameless boyfriend remains quiet, egoless, flat
he doesn't force conversation or embrace it
Lu is socially awkward, blunt, devoid of subtlety
and frustrated that I won't lie down with you.
the temptation is torturous.
our bodies separated by nothing but clothes
your heartbeat, the rhythm of your breath
your neck inches away from my mouth
I could just close my eyes and pretend to sleep
positioned so my erection doesn't dig into you
my arm casually wrapped around your waist
fingertips against your soft elastic abdomen
but I wouldn't be able to resist
working my way down between your legs.
Lu plays the piano
her technical perfection is no match for my soul
nobody speaks until the song ends
the gap in conversation allows me to focus.
your bald cunt. i wonder if you shave these days, or if you let it grow out. imagine both, simultaneously. wet lips, blooming, surrounded by smooth white skin. your pink pussy, surrounded by a mound of thin red hairs. your asshole tight around my finger. the tip of my tongue flicking against your bulging clitoris. the dirty things you said. as the bed lifted anchor. as we drifted across the floorboards. devolving into beasts. claws digging into my spine. the sweet animal noises you made when you were about to cum. your body glistening with sweat. the sound of wet flesh against wet flesh. the heat from your cunt liquifying my cock. melting us together.
the song ends
I tell Lu she's talented
no point in telling her she doesn't have a soul
she says, “sit on the couch”
she doesn't say why
I do it without thinking
your naked feet almost touching me
my pornographic inner monologue a thousand times louder.
your thin lips, wrapped around my cock. the taste of your skin on my buds. your sweat. your ass. your cunt. mixed with my saliva. the taste of my cock. my balls. my sweat. mixed with yours. our bodily fluids mixing as we kiss. my tongue synchronized with my hips. darting in and out of your mouth with every thrust. the sting of your long red nails, slicing through my flesh. your tits, in the palms of my hands. nipples like frozen cherries. your saturated cunt overflowing with slippery satin lubricant. your lips pressed hard against mine. muscles squeezing and releasing in sync.
nameless smokes a bong, exhaling an atmospheric mist
artificial light shining through the twisting grey strands of smoke
you glow, magic
too perfect
I am careful not to noticeably stare at you
my stare is fragmented, I assemble you in pieces
the impression your tits make against your clothes
A-cups, rising and falling with each breath
your delicate porcelain fingers
arranged like poetry
the hem of your dress
stuffed between your legs
material
pulled tight around your body
your lips, parted
inviting me
your lonely tongue
pink and moist
I cross my legs as blood rushes to my cock
my brain, struggling to keep my balls at bay
you're dangerously sexy
I cannot be trusted.
double one is two. double two, four. then eight. sixteen. thirty-two. sixty-four. a hundred and twenty-eight. two hundred and fifty-six. five hundred and twelve. one thousand and twenty-four. two thousand and forty-eight. four thousand and ninety-six. eight thousand, one hundred and ninety-two. sixteen thousand, three hundred and eighty-four. thirty-two thousand, seven hundred and sixty-eight. sixty-five thousand, five hundred and thirty-six.
I stop counting and uncross my legs
your toe brushes against me as I stand up
Lu frowns, frustrated
as I return to the armchair
my fantasies, no longer suffocated by mathematics
they come flooding back, drowning my thoughts
leaving nothing but lust.
I think about touching you, while you're asleep. sliding your red dress up to your waist. my fingertips tracing a line from your ankle to your panties. working their way underneath. my thumb gently pressed against your dry hole, as you get wet. my dick working it's way into your mouth. I think about undressing you with a pair of scissors. I think, one. two. four. eight. sixteen. thirty-two. sixty-four...
Lu tells me to sit on the couch
she doesn't say why
nameless smokes another bong
he doesn't say anything
I don't understand why she wants me to lie down with you
does she want me to molest you? fuck you? rape you?
so, what, she can catch me in the act?
I tell her “I'm going home”
I walk three kilometres
I escape
masturbate
thinking about you
post-ejaculation
I realize, Lu didn't want us to fuck
she wanted us to fall asleep together
so we'd wake up together
maybe you said something to her
about wanting to be with me
about that night, eight years ago
when my parents kicked you out
and we drifted apart.
I remember now
how much I love you
but, it's too late.
tomorrow
I wake up alone.
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