Monthly Archives: July 2018

the heat is on

The country sighs under the heat, heat rushes through the city.
I sigh too. Heat is waving through my body.
What fascinates me in summer is the vibrating air that I can see above the asphalt or in the distance above beach sand.
I also vibrate. Inside.
There is a particularly strong desire for something that one lacks.
I also yearn. For you.
Summer.
When the ocean water gets warmer and the drinks you drink cooler.
Your hair lighter and your skin darker.
Rumor, music, hearing people talk on the street. Until late.
Nights become longer.
Sex that is sultry. Warm. Sensual. Slow and sticky.

thoughts that whisper

Sometimes I overthink too much.
I get lost in the side tracks of my thoughts.
Wandering.
I love thoughts that whisper.
Not thinking out loud,
but inside my head, softly. As if it was real.
Let those same thoughts be carried away by the wind. What I love so much. Unstoppable. Pure.
As is my love.
As is my sex.

past the past

Is there such a thing as a sad story?
See below.
Is there such a thing as sad sex?
See also below.
Fucking without really caring.
Just don’t feel like you’re in the right kind of mood.
Your thoughts elsewhere.
So is the blowjob.
A half hard one.
Foreplay that is skipped for all the wrong reasons.

nightswimming

Nightswimming is the best.
It deserves a quiet night.
The sun shines for a long time and everything feels so warm and enlightened.
Skinny dipping is delightfully wonderful.
That free, happy feeling, like a mermaid in the water.
Everything feels so good, in all the right places.
You and me, playing in the water, spattering, laughing, with an occasional playful touch.