by April Dressel
(05/11/11)

I like to masturbate in the morning
to the smell of his skin
left on the sheets
from the night before.
It smells like sweat, come, and him
And he smells masculine and sweet
like hiking up a mountain mixed
with cut crystals in the sun.

Be Here Now

He's so fuckin' rock star.
He's surly and smooth
with crooked teeth and shaggy hair
that he straightens and sprays.
Tall dark and handsome doesn't begin
to describe his brisk burly nature.
His eye rolling head tilt
that beckons his soft fingers
to his forehead to move the hair
out of his eyes
gets me every time.
He has no interest in me
and he's super self-absorbed,
but I still want to wrap my legs
around his and ride him
until he's covered in our sweat.
I still want to be there in the morning
when his breath is stark with sleep
and he has crust in the corner
of his dark droopy eyes.
I want to be there to go down on him
when he has a bad day
and to buy him some sugar
when he just needs something sweet.

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