A Lo-Fi Home Recording

We did things that were probably illegal in the county where conducted – but we were both all too eager to explore each other’s bodies, using hard kisses to lobby for a change in the position or soften a proposition: let me come on in your kitchen, let you feel the scar where stitches appeared after I went under – appendicitis in the summer. Dumber now to have you handed, to be happily reprimanded by your teeth and nails and thrashing, simply trying to make matching movements complement your body, to let you know that stopping was never once considered, even as a last ditch option. I caution: we will one day run out of things to discover. But now let me in your kitchen, give me access to your cupboards.


~ by perfectionatrix on November 29, 2010.

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