Again and again like in a photocopier producing page after page, I'm thinking of you and your hard soft buttonettes, your brilliant smoothness, your inexorable somethingness.

I make it up, I make it up when I want you, and I only make it up when I want you, when I want you to want me to want you, when I want you to be on all fours, looking for something.

Out of my ass, a whole world is coming. This is it. You touch me, you take me, you repeat me, and it arches back, you touch me, arch back, you take me, arch back, repeat me. You repeat me unexpectedly, at times when I have forgotten myself. You take me for granted, you forget about me and then slowly and once again you give it to me, without knowing, without having ever imagined this could feel like this, so empty and so fully full at the same time.

It all comes down to who you are and how far you can arch your back.

I'm whining over my lollipop again, but now, you know, I am not responding to your faked cries, because you did not hold my hand firm enough, just now, you forgot to buy cigarettes, you only promised to love me once.

Now, I can see my nails through my sunglasses, my long fingers holding my ankles holding your cock. it is sunny and I never thought I would hate you but I do. I am here, now, arched back, without any thoughts in my mind.

I was licking your fingertips that day, and concentrating on my arched back in order to arch it further.

“Come.  Give me a kiss," you'd said.

I saw your pants sticking to your crotch, your big and tender crotch which took the shape of a landscape with hills and landforms, every time you bent down.

“I want you," you'd said.

Silence. An overload that makes me more distant.

“Fuck slut.” 

And I say, shy at first and then anything but shy, I say oh yes baby, yes, that's it, just fuck me, just go like this. Do I find your cock ambivalent?

That's a good way of putting it. Ambivalent. Willful? Suggestible? And automatic, too. Ambivalent. But you are still at work, and I am alone in my room arched backwards waiting for you. I have placed a kiss in between my two velvet handkerchieves. I am a chevalier, you see, waiting for you.

Oh yes I am waiting for you.  I love waiting for you to finish work and come and fuck me, you son of a bitch, you mother fucker. Just come home from work and fuck me. Make me stay lying on the floor.