You're so tempting.

You're a cotton dress type of girl.

Long haired and pretty; curiosity lingers.

Touch you from a distance, pierce you with my stare,

but my mouth says it all. Or at least that's what you say.

You're a magnet to my hands. You pull me in, you know that you pull me in.

So take me while i'm here, 'cause EVERYTHING IS PRECIOUS and my hands don't lie. You know that they don't lie.

And now all blame is on you; yes, temptation won the fight.
All because curiosity lingers my lips.

Gasps of lips.

Tied up and high up.

Drags of your hair and gasps of lips.

Pull me down by my finger tips.

Is this what we came for?

We'll all be coming back for more.

Aluminum cans and dew of morning.

I couldn't tell if my bones were aching from the cold, the hard surface of the back of her car or  the combination of the two. Numerous times i stumbled on my thoughts and tossed and turned. I wondered how i got to be in such a situation, numb in the back of a car, in the field and in the night. I couldn't tell if the confusion came from within or if it was from the tightly packed cloud we were living in hours earlier. With the lights out, i couldn't ever see it come out of my mouth. Heavy eyed and lazy, drag my body around you. You're sleeping and i'm breathing, but we still weren't allowed home. I missed the comfort of my bed, but i had you next to me. I held my knees while the cold air of night cradled me. It's October and its over, but i shouldn't be allowed to be this cold. Comparing a year, today is ironic! I remembered 'cause it's ALREADY been forgotten. Wasn't it funny i scarred my arm? Now i'm skipping dances and crashing weddings. I wake up in wide open fields threatened by dew of morning and light of day. I still don't know why i wasn't in hamdon or why i even thought i cared. It's much better to wake up where windows are walls covered with fog and where rain aims for cars like hitting aluminum cans. That's all we were in; aluminum cans. Intertwining and caressing. I've always been such a caresser, but i still haven't ever gotten high in a dress. I can now say i've ran barefoot through woods and frost-bitting grass, just to get to a party that looked better than mine. I waved to a camcorder, to a stranger i pretended to know. I signed them are card too, but by the time it's noticed i'll be long gone. It was your wedding day and i think that you're pretty, but i'm still not very sorry for crashing your wedding.

I'll always like to aimlessly drive to New Britain with you. Our direction is fucked, but our SENSES are explicit! Just because we wander, does not mean that we are lost.

...

We're all just fools in love.

Expect recklessness.

"We think you're reckless." Is that good or bad? I'm not sure in which way i should take it. "Unexpected," the words she chose. Unexpected to her; at most? I guess i have hidden versions of myself. They are all me, but which one am i? One subsides while another presence. All existent, as shallow as skin, as deep as bones, as obvious as truth. Do you see the sarcasm in mist with my tongue? "My insides are rotting." She's said that before. She's not decaying, she's just tragically blooming. Just because it's under covers, doesn't mean it's hidden. Just hidden under versions of self. Beautiful disaster , "bleeming" existence. She's pressed and cracking. How do we fill our voids? Space can haunt, so fill me up. Release my breath with distinguishable fragments. Smokey mouthed and blurred, yet beautifully clear; can you see this version now or am i still reckless and unexpected?

EXPECT RECKLESSNESS. 

I'm rotting if you are.

ABSORBING OBSERVATIONS; a minute of mind.

What is my common good? "I don't like when you're upset." Such a selfish statement, but not a selfish girl. I wasn't being mean, I'm just trapped in my mind. I can't get out. How did i begin to feel better? The feelings, did they go away? To where? They haven't left, only subsided. You wouldn't know what i substitute with. Fuck communities. I'm a society within my own mind. "Let them seep into your bones." She's passionate when she speaks, beating all energy in her room. Just because I'm quiet doesn't mean i have nothing to say.

Fields of skin.

It's raining. She's breathing. I'm craving.

I grab, i move, i search. Let's see what i can find.

She grips. Those nails. My arms. Her neck.

A humid breeze from the cave of my mouth.

In this moment, i wish it wasn't vacant.

Fields of skin in the palms of my hands, on the tips of my fingers.

Inner thighs and under cheeks, let loose and hold tight.

Drifting, falling, laying and a silent scream for more.

Never enough.

My lips spoke static in her ear, i wonder what it was that she wanted to hear.