| bois_inside ( @ 2005-02-08 05:49:00 |
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i killed my first pair of batteries in a vibrator tonight. distance is a mother fucking bitch.
fuck phone sex.
fuck poetry sex.
fuck making love with words...with sighs...with her breath and mine.
i want the real thing.
but damn...i sure have learned a lot about how to get myself off like whoa.
god i hope we are worth each other's wait. i'm sick of being supersticious...fuck that. no more seeing the glass as half empty, or crossing my fingers, no more knocking on wood. it will be amazing, dammit. there's only one wood i wanna knock on...and that's hers.
i'm so witty.