are out there.
24 Apr 2003 / 2:20 a.m.
sometimes, during a hard fuck, i imagine the ash white sockets of my hips polishing themselves to a hot friction shine with each push/pull.
i imagine them gleaming in the wet darkness, pushed like stones under the pelvis cauldron of south sea cannibals.
i need her scent in my nose, pushing everything else out of my skull. i need the smell of skin and sex and damp earth. i need her eyes rolled back in her head, her black curls spilled like a solar corona. i need the ache in my hips.
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