Thanks for coming into my room.
The only available mattress is the one you see, yes, on the floor.
Yeah, I found it in the garbage, it’s clean don’t worry. (relatively)
I know, you know, it’s strange.
We’re about to play.
But we can’t say.
At least not today, but you’re here anyway?
Opening the bird’s dictionary instead of the motions dictionary.
Ah, you like fish, you like ocean? So fish dictionary, just not honesty.
Too young for emotions. Too hasty for instant connections.
Some say young and foolish.
I say sparking and carefree.
So what’s the fuss, why so serious?
I mean playing/playing but I really don’t know what is this game?
Can we gameover and start playing?
Oh, I don’t like this character, just one second, gameover, reset, play.
Windows are glued with artificial clouds on blue skies, even though the real deal is just behind, 1cm of industrial glass= Shielding privacy.
Wind is coming under the door. Some sand creeps in too. Passing ants. Not whispering secrets. That’s all: what you see is what you get girl.
And you, you were invited by my tongue.
Purposely: “with full awareness of what one is doing”
You’re cute, you talk about overseas horizons.
Your ocean eyes speak some wisdom especially when glazing and pinching me mysteriously while biting your left side lip.
Your smile is raw and contagious. I am sick with you, sick in bed.
Sickly wanting to kiss you.
The bruise on your palm is an indication to hold your hand.
Hey, what’s this?
Are you ok?
You’ve been naughty hey?
I know you like to play :)
The beach is 15m away.
My room is a fortress, a secret spot. But who’s hiding anyway?
You know, thinking to myself: no-1 but-2 of us know you’re here.
Ahh, that’s why we needed a secret spot.
Or we don’t?
Blushing cheeks, blowing curls, she’s a little sunshine.
And I am the sea. Stormy and sassy, but swimmable.
This moment, us, 10 years, we forget.
It remembers well. The gravity pulls a swell. But we glide too shallow instead of surfing freely in the depths, the offers, lady lady.. you’re in debts.
My ear-drum doesn’t function, I’ve been diving too much. But I attempt to listen.
A Navy Seal needs some gud luvin, you know, oops, I mispelled it.. I guess it’s embarrassing to declare too clearly what we need.
You need to tell me what your un-born wrinkles are expressing, not trying to express, expressed. I see you girl. Body language speaks loudly but heart & vagina fight for their right.
Sweet 18, had freshly been. selflessly unforeseen.
At the end, your logical brain knocked your inner fortress and cleaned the dirty floor.
It’s shinning bright now, you’re thunder-lightning, damn gorgeous, an angel, but trapped in imaginary golden basements.
Red roses, the story the show.
Double queen bed, the king is outside, waiting for your invitation in the pouring rain. Will I get know you? Will I get to love you?
You sigh. I sigh. We sigh along.
I am high but going down.
Who could guess the direction of a flying balloon in tight vacuum?
Who could guess the direction of a sunflower in the light of the moon?
I open the fish and birds dictionary.
What do I sea?
An ever-dying mermaid.
A never-dying housemaid.