Tag Archive | long legs
11/16/16
Watching her polish those apples, forearms bulging. Is it obvious to the world? To anyone else at this far-too-posh farmers market? How everything, every-where in this room just looks like pure sex? Fuck. I can’t help it. Fuck. I haven’t in months. There might be cobwebs if my organs weren’t still pumping full-fledged hormones in […]
8/25/16
Only meeting more that I’ll eventually have to let go. It feels like such a waste of time, in retrospect. Hours spent pillow-talking. Minutes passed learning each others history. Time together sharing thoughts, hopes, fears and heavy breathing like there just might be some kind of meaning to believe in. Ooooooooh, these women, man. They […]
10/8/16
Intuition ALWAYS tells me more than you do, so what’s THAT supposed to tell me? Trust issues say trust my gut instead of you, but they also say run faster than any predator can cause I have a bad tendency for falling for traps like you, with eyes like yours from a city like mine. […]
10/5/16
How fucking selfish can one person be? Testing all the theories and so far none of the hypothesized answers are the final one. Accurate as your calculations may be, it doesn’t matter if you’re mixing things that are dangerously non-cohesive. Dating to be loved. Dating to be wanted. Dating for all the wrong reasons, right? […]
11/4/16
Watch you walk, table to table Making my knees weak, Thank god there’s something stable. Try to say it, but I ain’t able Freaked, keep to my own feet Got me tripping on em, but it’s okay girl Verbalizing thoughts would only make it worse
Long Legs in the Twin Cities 