tigersaint

the eighteenth night:

"Give me chastity and continence, but not yet.

Saint Augustine
--Confessions"

i have written this in my best red paint across my chest. i undress, lay down on his bed and wait for him to come home.

i keep my eyes closed as i hear him approach me, and i smile when i hear his laughter at reading my chest.

he kisses me until i can't breathe, and then fucks me until i can't stop screaming.



the first list:

-cuban girls with wide lips and round hips
-boys with brown eyes and scarred hands
-collarbones
-behind her knee
-when a girl's pants buckles at the back and i can see the top of her panties. and she's not wearing a thong.
-paint on a boy's shoes
-or if he's wearing converse that are falling apart
-when a lady's accent makes it so she says "meeahmee"
-right behind the ear, the softness of the skin there
-the condensation on a cold glass of water
-the inside of wrists
-and the webbing between the thumb and forefinger.
-when people say things that make them immediately blush
-when my glasses steam while i take my first sip of coffee
-the way shampoo feels in my palm before i put it in my hair
-dancing alone in my room until i sweat
-sitting in my window and watching the dawn come