be careful., I think, don’t breath just now, cause I might control your skin.
We’ve got that silly more than magnetism that pulls you from within.
I think I breathed you in long before I saw your face,
And this sensational sensation redefined my sense of grace.
I want to see right through you, then show you where I hid my key.
But the silence grows between us and I feel the need to flee.
I imagine all the outcomes, the future all or nothing...
and neither are that splendid cause they’re not right now, they’re coming.
And it’s a crescendo of ridiculous that I’d have this kind of luck,
that I’ve finally found my soulmate on a stupid random midnight fuck.
extraordinary happy-fying juxtaposition. get's a 'yay!' on the dani meter. (when one sees something and its very sight elicits a joyful uninhibited immediate 'yay!') pic has nothing to do with poem above other than it's totally me. shoulda put it with the ice cream poem. doh.
PS: possible titles:
"oops,"
"best. orgasm. ever.,"
"when you know, you know,"
"lust rules,"
"Um, so...I really think i want your number...and maybe for you to meet my mom."
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