a mouth on a mouth

so i finally crossed that line.

the line that involves skin

i finally allowed some skin and salt and want and gripping hair and shoulder and sleep curled like rattlesnakes.

and now i feel insecure

it was a little awkward. a little nice. a little sweet. a little stilted. a little strange.

and i remembered i like that stuff. and might want to do it again someday. and yet i'm still ambivelant.

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and i'm not sure i was good at being myself, because myself has become so caged in my skin.

i didn't know how to let go to the waves.

but i slept so well. and . and it may never happen again with him, but i was accepting a belief it would never happen again.

it's been two years and i finally allowed desire back in my sphere.

and i'm trying not to overthink everything i said and everything i did and everything he said and everything he did.

i'm trying not to think really at all. just let be.

i forgot how wonderful a mouth on a mouth can be.

resuscitate

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