Faulty ReceptionDear Transient,Faulty Reception
The snow was drifting outside and on the television screen the night I knew it was nothing- nothing more to me than static.
I wasn't impressed but I let you stare.
You drank too much that night, stumbled over your dress that hung limp just past the heels of your shoes. Your soft words Slurred, assured me you weren't normally so sloppy. Your face was flushed.
You wanted to know me, but my answers were short, as short as you, and I wanted to know what was keeping the waiter and
Wam. Bam.It's not that I don't want to fuck.Wam. Bam.
Sounds of pleasure sound remarkably similar to sounds of pain or groans of boredom.
It's uncomfortable really. Not wholly unpleasant the entire time, but not painfully fantastic
Your sex is the same sort of sex. In. Out. In. Out.
Maybe at different angles
or locations or standing on your head. Still in. Still out. Repeat. And again.
I like being clothed because that way, there is still something to take off-
There is
A New EraNo words only the hum of technology and a distant ringing.A New Era
I want to go outside with you during storms and make out while the salty drops
wet our lips for us
and the water fuses our extremities together. I want to go inside then and soak the sheets
with the rain we=ll make from the rain that made us. I want to hear the thunder.
I want you naked to the waist, thin cotton strategically placed against the chill of night. You=ll sleep while I keep watch
over the rise and fall
of your chest, and the undulation of yo
Natural TalentsThey were musicians that could pick up their instruments and pluck and strum and pound their way through the notes of each other.Natural Talents
Lying together, she would press each freckle
with her fingertip - gently - the notes ringing high on his nape, descending to a vibrating low at the small of his back.
Dancing together, he would move his hands toward the motion of her waist and guide her feet to the steps, spinning her fast and dizzy.
Singing, their voices built together, rising to crescendo, lifting to
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Puoi essere ciò che vuoi. C'è solo un ostacolo: te stesso.
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--they stole the love from our lives to put the sex on the radio.--
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