raw

you want it raw? ill give it to you, as i think of my pussy, raw, it pulses at me, reminding me that its there... i think of my lover and the hunger he has for my sex, it warms me, this, to think of this, in the depths of my envelope pushing episodes.. when the rawness of life attackes me, like a soft and deadly lull, the comfort of security... the wanting of something penetrating, fulfilling, relevant, and poetic in its painful journey of discovery... sweet sticky and red in its indulgence, sniff suck and lick it up, this is life.

meanwhile the politics of the days don't escape me, the black and white conjoining to make color, the frowns of the world on color.. the roundness of the world, once again represented in love in life in friends in sex

dizziness overtakes me and i fall, dreaming of and into another day...