What is it like
to have someone
who knows your body
better than you do
your own,
to have this person
trace their finger
down your spine
and when they whisper
three words
you feel every hair
on your body stick up in response,
with the shivers going
all the way into your heart
and somewhere in your soul.
What is it like
to feels someone’s burning touch
while they are just gazing
into your eyes,
to taste their lips,
one kiss,
a second,
and one more after another
and feeling like it’s the first time
every time.
What is it like
to fall asleep next to someone
on a Jack Daniels kind of Saturday night
and find them drinking coffee
right besides you
the next morning?
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A Story A Day #199 by M.D.L

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Bitch who asked you ?
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1st of August
Oh my God, what if you wake up some day, and you’re 65, or 75, and you never got your memoir or novel written; or you didn’t go swimming in warm pools and oceans all those years because your thighs were jiggly and you had a nice big comfortable tummy; or you were just so strung out on perfectionism and people-pleasing that you forgot to have a big juicy creative life, of imagination and radical silliness and staring off into space like when you were a kid? It’s going to break your heart. Don’t let this happen.
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