May 2011
3 posts
Spread across my back seat
we’re all knees and elbows. With my hand up her shirt the base of her back is hot and wet. She pushes herself up streaking the mist on the window and squeezes me with her thighs.
Walking home
from work I pass two street kids. One of them says “cool walk man!”.
Last night
The Cinematic Orchestra was playing in the background while we had sex. She cried after.
March 2010
1 post
I want you
inside of me so badly.
January 2010
3 posts
The streets are loud and busy
But they always are and we always are so you don’t mind when I stop to make a memory Cause they last I hope this lasts
I taste her on my lips
and my hands still smell of her. We made so many memories it’s unfortunate none of them include her name.
She puts her palm on my chest
and inches me just back to whisper, as only one can, out of breath and rosy cheeked “you’re a nice guy but you kiss like a bad boy”.
July 2009
5 posts
I kiss her on the lips
cause she’s there and they’re soft but when she hugs me I’m already gone.
Memories
The streets are loud and busy
But they always are and we always are so you don’t mind when I stop to make a memory.
‘Cause they last forever.
I hope this lasts forever.
Some day I want someone
to look me in the eyes and say “it’s all going to be ok” and as they do, I want to burst into tears and whisper. “No. Maybe it won’t be; and maybe I’m not.”
A few of us
were leaving a club when a new friend says to me “how long have you been back in Cape Town? Like a month? and you haven’t fucked anyone!”
Lying on my back in your bed
my hands grip your thighs, like I’m trying to stop myself from running away. It’s wrong that you like me so much and I feel nothing. Perched on top of me, with that smile and those big eyes. An angel in the moonlight, dancing through the blinds.
You fell for me but it’s not right and you’re not right. I’m sorry but you’re not the angel I’m looking for. I...
June 2009
1 post
I like the way you kiss
Like you’re not in a rush Like I’m not going anywhere
If you only knew.
May 2009
2 posts
Narcissism
is a helluva drug.
You ever get the feeling
that you’re only with someone because they like you more than you like them? Or maybe it’s just because they let you fuck them. Tricky one.