100 words of twitterotica inspired by the summer of love. –M
Her skin against mine was contact phychedelia, but that was only the gateway. Funny how, even though I was the one doing the piercing, every time we fucked felt like I was injecting myself with her. The rush of heat bloomed in my blood, and she would smile, eyes half closed, as if she saw it spread through me. They say love is a drug, but ‘they’ have no idea. I’ve been addicted to her for forty-five years, and one day, I’ll die of an overdose. If I’m lucky. Until then, I live, as always, for my next fix.
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I’m so glad to see you back, and you’re in fine form!
I wrote this meditation (I don’t really consider it full fledged poetry) yesterday:
I want to wrap myself around you
tug at your skin
grasp, grip
suck at the subtle sweetness of you
as greedily
as completely as when we make love
for the first time
fucking
is just a means to an end
the perfect excuse to thrust my way into your soul
I bet you didn’t know that’s what makes me come so hard
It’s a bit of a mirror image of what you wrote, or at least going in the same vein; it’s almost serendipitous. Your flash fiction made me wish I shared that kind of relationship with someone now, and that’s why you’re so talented.
Thanks Ximena, and indeed! It’s interesting how sometimes themes seem to hit at the same time. I appreciate the parallel imagery as well.
i’m diggin’ it maaaannnn…wicked mean cool….
*grins*
you’re talkin’ ’bout my gen-eration….
srsly? an awesomely done piece..100 perfectly placed words!
nilla
delicious as always. to say so much in just 100 words. You’re a master, my friend. It was just what I needed.