When It Rains, I Think Of Us
You’d kiss me and fill me with so much light, I didn’t need umbrellas or rain boots. You’d kiss me and everything tasted like summer nights and drive-in movie theaters.
You’d kiss me and fill me with so much light, I didn’t need umbrellas or rain boots. You’d kiss me and everything tasted like summer nights and drive-in movie theaters.
Orgasms are beautiful, magical little gifts. It’s like Christmas, Hanukkah, birthdays, Black Friday – all at once.
There’s a lot I’ve learned since dating the mega-famous rapper. Some good. Some bad.
You are not a lost cause or a disaster that can’t be saved.
I just want to taste us again. How my tongue would savor loving someone like you.
He tells me he likes my green eyes. We have sex in the back of his car. I’m on top. He sweats a lot.
That’s what panic attacks do – have you looking for an escape route when everyone around you seems fine.
I have forgotten your lips and how it feels when you are in bed with me.
“I’m a smart, strong, sensual woman.”
“I AM CALM!” I shouted (calmly). He turned the dial up, Big Sean echoing off the car walls.