in me

i tell you, "i want you to have me...just me."
"and i want to have you...just you."
but that can't be, there's so much else in my life, your life, our lives.
but when i am in you, you are in me, just in me.
and all those times before and after, you are in me, justly, deeply, in me.

something/everything

it wasn't much of anything.
we were in a shop, looking at this, that and the other. it was a getaway from the lives that we knew and lived on a daily basis, lives that we didn't share. the shop was loaded with bric-a-brac, others' memories, pieces of their lives, far removed from ours. we moved about aimlessly. and at some point, we were again side by side.
she slipped her hand into my back pocket, held it there, my cheek in her hand, my mind now lost its immediate focus, it was no longer on this dish, ashtray, memory collector, whatever. it was on her hand on me.
she held her hand in my pocket for a bit until some other item took her away.
but that moment may not have been much of anything, or it may have been everything.

she did

she did this thing that got me like no other. it's been some time now, so the memory fades a bit.
yes, now i remember...
she touched me
she kissed me
she fucked me.
like no other.

today's

today, i'd do that high hard fast furious fuck rhythm with you, grunts, groans, hair in hands, nails in skin, nipples twisted, hands slapping bottom, rid selves of angst type of thing.
then
find each other for soft and easy cuddling, after the fact.

la cuisine

today. self in hand, i imagined being with you. in you.
location. your kitchen, more accurately, your kitchen table.
position. your back to me, your tits in my hands, your legs spread, me in you, fast and hard.
result. we were cooking.

slow randy

it's a grey rainy-ish day. i want slow randy today. just lolling about, books, maybe newspaper, scattered and shared, soft touches, periods of intensity followed by resting, grazing, coffee breaks, some pastries, brush the crumbs out of bed, reading to self and each other maybe, back at each other slowly languidly (and probably viciously at times), learning how to kiss each other again and more, your hands on me, in me, me same on/in you. nowhere that's a must go, nothing that's a must do.
each other. whenever/however we want.
take our time. take our sweet time.

she said

she said she wanted to kiss me, to touch me. she said she wanted to tease me, to tempt me. she said she wanted to make me want her more than i knew i could. she said she wanted to fuck me, to bring me to world class orgasms. she said she wanted to make it beyond memorable, to etch it into me, my brain, my sexuality.
bring it on, i said.