ginacherry

HERE
As I sit herepop the CD into the laptop.selectthe songsthose that remind me of you and I am taken back by the clarity of your stare, your image..like the ghosts that make their appearance when it is most vividthe most darkest of all times.you come to me at night mostly..we live these thoughts, dreams, the secrets out at night. I sit near youI can almost hear you breathe and in that breathI holdmine while you slowly exhale..I dont want anyone to hear us and I dont want it to be out in the open because ever since I started playing with you I have become greedynot wanting to share..see how greedy I Can be..it was only a matter of time when I would find myself in this predicament ..when your lips parted meslowlyI took my right hand and I caressed your hairsoftly.slowly.only concentratingclosing my eyes on the delight of your lapping tongue..how easily I draped my legs around your shoulders and I held back all those things I wanted to saybut was afraid to repeat so early on..I have wanted you for so longand these words dont come close to letting you know what I need from youthere is no substitute for your hard cockthe penetrating throbbing member between your legs need not go far to have such a willing and warm host..thats right fuckeryou know where my face goes.so eagerly to taste that pillowso eagerly waiting your fuckFUCKit is in these times that I can savor your cockthe stillness of too much time where I start to stare at the blank walls heavily etched with images in my mind of your strong thighs.your smilesometimes I want you to slap my facecum all over it and make me lick it all off.other times I just want to see you when you cuminside me.slowly.hard..so hard..so wetI think about it
For in these instances of curiosity, the mind and soul warrant that you should pursue them, for you see.they are poetry, love, all that is human that calls our name and it beckons us to make it a part of our life..it lingers subtly till we exhaust all the measure to figure it outto make it betterfor it to hurt us and only in those times can we understand why we are humanI have been obsessed constantly ..a gnawing feeling that will cease to go away..these things I can not explain..you sit in class..your mind wanders and you think of the person next to younever before have you given this stranger a thoughtbut for the momentin the moment between Plato and Freud.you sayWHAT THE FUCK?.....why all of a sudden all of this curiosity?......I wonder if it would be ok sometimes to just ask for a kiss.I make the effort to wear a skirt the next time.to sit closer and to think and day dream about the possibility of his handsslightly brushing my knee.even if it is just one finger..on this cold soft skin.it is something that inevitably makes me wet..and for the moment I blush.WHY?? WHY??.....cant we just make out .today I will re-write history..today I will slay my beasts..and as silly as it soundsthe brush of just a finger is all I need..wish me luck