trampette

i tickled the shifts, fingers strained...no curves to mention, attempting not to misbehave, keeping the skin of my lips pulled tight within the clench of my two front teeth. He keeps on directing, i keep up with the velocity, up then down, while pushing inward into his engine. His voice then hushes...i feel a hand glide skywards from my bent knee...love really is full of sound, i trap his breathe with my hand, making sure to pull him all the way down....my toes crowded by the yellow pom poms of the mimosa he has dropped, then i wait with a gaping mouth till he feeds me.

everything is new, induced to be ever-new. this time i ask for nothing and become choked on pearls, keeping them under my tongue....i'm going underwater, keep myself closed, they still have to grow.

take me by the fins before you slit me apart, cup your hands so you can catch what you break

honey/miele