Happy to Wait

Dark and infinite nights.

Hot and blistering days.

The haze that melds the two.

The waiting would be interminable,

But for the fact that you

Are you.

When I asked you, if

This enforced separation,

This unwanted medical spanner that

Got thrown into the works that is

You and I. You said,

“I’m happy to wait.

The right time is more important than any old time.

You’re beautiful. and hot. and desirable. and lascivious.

I’m hard.

Your fault.”

I love you for saying that.

I love you anyway, but especially for saying that.

You’re sexy, and enticing,

You make me wet from miles away.

Now I’m a human tsunami.

Your fault.

Sometimes, Lennon and McCartney are the only ones who get it

The video clip that accompanies this post is only half right. The boy who’s driving me mad — well, one of the boys, the one tagged as Canadian Bacon — is indeed going away. Differences between art and life: he does care, and he will be back in three weeks.

But you know. I’ll miss him. Particularly as i sail the world from my sofa, leg aloft, spirits flagging.

Still, just listening to the Beatles is enough to give anyone a boost. And if he had to be away, better that he goes when i’m grounded. Well, sofa’d. 😀

Such a sweetheart is this boy. Message from him last night:

“I still have 11 days of things to do before I get on the plane in about 40 hours. One of those things would be to power fuck you for two hours straight and then gently caress your sweat-soaked, orgasm-ized body as the last drops of cum ooze out of me…”

You can see why I’ll miss him, can’t you? 🙂

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General update: Mojo slowly returning. Don’t lose faith in me. And thank you for the lovely messages. ❤