Seems Like...
Saint Louise Was Listening On
5:37 p.m. || 2004-09-19
Everyone is getting laid but me... or at least it feels like that.
Autumn is in the air today, it stirs a restlessness in the soul, and in my lungs, and quickens my pulse. I ache to be sexy to someone. I ache to have someone run their hands over me, to feel the calloused fingertips of a working man over my skin. I ache to hear someone's breath hot on the nape of my neck, someone's weight, someone's scent.
I was fantasizing about someone I have never met last night, until sweat started to break on my brow, and turn cold on the small of my back. I wanted to take off his glasses and put the ends of the frame between my teeth, and push myself against him.
I need release.