by Lul Seay

Created on: February 01, 2007   Last Updated: May 14, 2007

street light sweeping betty, kiss me while i'm still breathing

You're watching me. I can smell you next to me wanting. I've been pretending not to notice but I've been watching you watch me since my red feet tap danced through the rain and beer puddles between the buildings where we met. It was so cold and the honey beer was making my lips so sticky they were gripping each other, making it sting a little when they parted to smile at you. Smoke and my hot breath, aggravated with sugar lips, I was tearing you apart with my insides. I complained loudly and you looked interested. I wanted to kiss your cheeks. You seemed so sweetly unaware of your warmth. I would've crawled inside that blue shirt with you if we were alone in that alleyway. There was something fluid about you, smoothly unrifled. Your confidence intriguing you and your planted affection raised surprising shudders. You would linger, your fingers so vulnerable to my touch, your public nakedness was destructively charmed. You're brazen desire tumultuous and intoxicating; you had a way about youroughly sharp, exacting only my surrender to what you might do without restriction. You harnessed my thoughts blending us, a doughy mixture of smoky impatience and childish hesitation. You came upon my version of me sickeningly bare while you gained layers, coats of tough varnish, sealant with a gripping stink.

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