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Porno Fantasy
I lay in silky plains, pastureland or sheets or fatherly arms, it’s all the same.
I am imagined, with a halo, with boney knees pressed tight against my chest,
like a lamb too tired to fight back. In my dream, I don’t have to talk. My lips
wrap around earthy thumbs, and they shove tenderness down my throat.
I need it all, please give me all. To any crumb that finds your lap, I can crawl;
any lie that falls from your mouth, I can swallow whole. They film us
on the wrong side of nature, similarly to when birds chirp late into the night
or when a tree rots during the spring: I notice you when you are not supposed
to be there, I miss you always when I’m in anothers hands. We wont swim
in that river even thought it’s right there, but I take off my dress and it falls
around my ankles anyway and I show you, I show you what it’s like to be me.
The only thing I can ask for is this: wet grass and a sense of belonging.
“How badly do you want it?” Like a starving child, like a corrupt leader,
like the horns of the devil that spear cruelty into a feral dog. In my dream,
desire is nothing but love. Please have me, please have me, please have me.
A veces la voz interior llega en otras lenguas, cada tanto encuentro que el cerebro se desarrolla de otra manera, más sentimiento, pocas palabras. En otra nota: esto no es sobre una fantasía.
I lay in silky plains, pastureland or sheets or fatherly arms, it’s all the same.
I am imagined, with a halo, with boney knees pressed tight against my chest,
like a lamb too tired to fight back. In my dream, I don’t have to talk. My lips
wrap around earthy thumbs, and they shove tenderness down my throat.
I need it all, please give me all. To any crumb that finds your lap, I can crawl;
any lie that falls from your mouth, I can swallow whole. They film us
on the wrong side of nature, similarly to when birds chirp late into the night
or when a tree rots during the spring: I notice you when you are not supposed
to be there, I miss you always when I’m in anothers hands. We wont swim
in that river even thought it’s right there, but I take off my dress and it falls
around my ankles anyway and I show you, I show you what it’s like to be me.
The only thing I can ask for is this: wet grass and a sense of belonging.
“How badly do you want it?” Like a starving child, like a corrupt leader,
like the horns of the devil that spear cruelty into a feral dog. In my dream,
desire is nothing but love. Please have me, please have me, please have me.
A veces la voz interior llega en otras lenguas, cada tanto encuentro que el cerebro se desarrolla de otra manera, más sentimiento, pocas palabras. En otra nota: esto no es sobre una fantasía.
