It's 5 a.m. and bedtime. As he flips the light off, I slide under the sheets - just enough cover to keep the ever-present mosquitoes off my bare skin and hide the imperfections of my body without being too hot to sleep.
He squeezes my bare ass once, then his fingers slide between my legss, but we're both too tired, too hot, too sore for sex. He sighs, twitches, and fades into sleep as I stare at the moon over the palm trees outside. I'm a million miles, a million years, a million highways from the desert. From home. It's humid here, and hot even in the midnight-morning hours. I remind myself that this is the same moon. The same moon I saw when I was little, sneaking to the kitchen for a cup of juice in the middle of the night. The same moon I tried to focus on while my eyes got heavy waiting for Santa. The same moon I caught lizards under, snuck out of the house under, had my first kiss, my first drink, my first fuck under. The same moon I moved away from home under, contemplated the world under, fell in love under, fell out of love under. Jesus - Gandhi - Hitler - they all saw this moon. And now I'm here, naked under a sheet under the moon wars have been declared under, environments destroyed under, miracles performed under, art created under.
Kinda humbling when you think of it that way...
Who's your favorite Suicide Girl and why?
He squeezes my bare ass once, then his fingers slide between my legss, but we're both too tired, too hot, too sore for sex. He sighs, twitches, and fades into sleep as I stare at the moon over the palm trees outside. I'm a million miles, a million years, a million highways from the desert. From home. It's humid here, and hot even in the midnight-morning hours. I remind myself that this is the same moon. The same moon I saw when I was little, sneaking to the kitchen for a cup of juice in the middle of the night. The same moon I tried to focus on while my eyes got heavy waiting for Santa. The same moon I caught lizards under, snuck out of the house under, had my first kiss, my first drink, my first fuck under. The same moon I moved away from home under, contemplated the world under, fell in love under, fell out of love under. Jesus - Gandhi - Hitler - they all saw this moon. And now I'm here, naked under a sheet under the moon wars have been declared under, environments destroyed under, miracles performed under, art created under.
Kinda humbling when you think of it that way...
Who's your favorite Suicide Girl and why?
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rude_ruca:
Interesting thought ya got there, lady. Now, do I need to pay you a penny for them? Hehe, they are certainly worth MUCH MUCH more than a penny, but you know that! 
And honey, this southeastern humidity KILLS! It will get better, I promise (actually, you'll just get used to it!). My fave is......Ummm....hmmm, I think Eli, 'cause she's my new buddy! 
And honey, this southeastern humidity KILLS! It will get better, I promise (actually, you'll just get used to it!). My fave is......Ummm....hmmm, I think Eli, 'cause she's my new buddy! 
midfuckepiphany:
florida rules