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By darwin Date: 2004 Aug 19 Comment on this Work [[2004.08.19.13.59.6953]] |
| somedays i imagine a little nymph under my desk. touching me in ways i only dream of at night. and i dream of movies like garden state for that sudden romance and that feel that eternity lasts if only in a measure of music. but it doesn't happen that way. instead we grow placid. we grow moldy and wonder where the magic went. we go about life in a less than enigmatic way, and realize that the most romantic thing you have is a piece of shared toast. we haven't had sex in a month, and i know that is my fault. because they decided to take part of my cervix. but i want to have sex. i want to fall down naked with you right now, and ride on top of you and feel you in me, because i haven't now for 28 days and some odd hours and minutes. and it's not sex that keeps our relationship going. it's not the one time we had mind blowing sex right out of the pool in sturgeon bay wisconsin, and we smelled like chlorine and sex in bed for the rest of the night. it's not the times where we only last for the few seconds and we're done. it's the times when we lay together, and talk afterwards and realize that your arms are the only place that i ever want to be. |