there is a hole in this shirt
a hole in the right shoulder
it reminds me of the times
when I would look at you
and we would smile at each other
flirt and love.
and I would poke you,
in that spot.
I spy with my little nose
a freckle on your shoulder
in the window of this hole.
Out peek your sexy collarbones
the concavity, formed
by the mountains of your muscle
and the valleys of your chest.
you are so completely inside of
my memories, of
there is a hole in this shirt.
- Me: So. How about that breakfast?
- Him: Well. I already ate.
- Him: What's on your mind.
- Me: Damn. My methods of distraction aren't working.
- Him: They're tempting, but...
- Me: This. I want you, all of you. So badly.
- Me: (whispering) you have the sexiest collarbones, ever.
- Him: You can't even see them.
- Me: (kisses) but I can feel them.
Laying on that bed, exploring further and further into one another, enjoying every second. I expose a weakness through simple pleasure, with every gasp, shiver, and breath. Nothing else in the world matters, but you.
Spring Break Day 3: Waiting to give blood and realizing that I can be pretty.Only on Wednesdays…
JK. I’m motherfucking gorgeous.