Sex and The Southern Belle

It's 20***.... Square Peg.... Here we are again... Falling harder than Gabby Sidibe hitting a split off a pole at Magic City Yes.. We here we are again. Falling hard. For him. Here we go... Writing love lorn poetry over this man. Again and again. Like a teenager wondering what your last name sounds like with his. We get sick at the thought of not speaking to him. Wondering how his day is. And what he's doing. What kind of underwear he has one. What it feels like to slip your tongue around his manhood.... If his cologne smells like sex. Here we are jonesing for the man. But she is too.... Round hole... He used to be so interested..... Hanging on your every word... He calls you at 10 pm and calls her at 10:39. You text him at 7 and get no response till Midnight because he's texting her back....engrossed...in depth Afterthought you are... Square Peg... You are writing your names with his on scraps of paper. She's tattooing his...

I am earth Gaea deep and wide Full of water and mass Inhabited by feelings diverse I see you tumbling toward me You are dense and massive Rock ablaze. Coming at me Hard and steady Interplanetary collision Set for my heart I hide it... This love In my core Hot and heated Unsure and unwavering Volatile and steaming I don't want you here But I need to feel you Here. Foreign object with eyes on me Beaming orbs of obsidian Set on a course A course plotted by the divine. I pray I pray you reach me unscathed Nevertheless... I feel like we are both asteroids And like an asteroid . Feels like this love was destined to collide, burn and crash Into the atmospheres Before feeling its impact How fleeting it was A shooting star A spinning top Supernova swallows us whole Never to return the same again My tears are a meteor shower Pounding on my chest Pulsating with fear No impact felt You've faded Back into galaxy Maybe in another lifetime We...