11:11... Wishes and countdowns

(Written with Nene ... This time in person)


11:11 pm
I counted zero words... IHOP cups tapped wooden tables as I stared at zero words . I had thought this would be the year to be fucked out of my words

Zero words I searched for one word.
A glimpse even a premonition of words.
Tongue tingling from the very familiar taste of apple.
Allowing burdens to travel down my throat with these words.

Avoiding apple seeds I thought I had planted the seed... Evolving conversations leaving things null and void I reached to scroll through permanently avoided messages...

I glimpsed at the screen choking up in my throat that this years celebration wouldn't have secretions oozing into my throat

11:47pm

Needing just a ooze of secretions for celebration.
Heart wrenching messages of the oblivious kind.
With my night fulfilled of my secret crush

I divulged it, I exposed it.
The seed I previously planted waiting for it to bare its fruit.
Waiting to be engulfed in a web of obscenities of the words over words.

11:50pm

Pouring out of the hot old fashioned syrup jar... Sweet honey wishes slowly breaking through ... The seed has been exposed with and without the spoken word

Hands fiddling under the table...
In just nine minutes I'd be entering a new year no dragon or Chinese definitions and outlines... My thoughts outlined ---->>

Stomach being visited by a overwhelming amount of butterflies.
Five minutes until a new year of life, that only GOD himself could have gotten me through.
Toes curled, eyes in gaze , assed out, literally assed out

Reviewing,analyzing,remembering no regret no regrets.
Fishnets embracing my thick thighs
The clicks of IHOP china.

Thick thighs IHOP pancake soft.... As edible as your favorite meal your only necessary meal. No silverware embedded just face first eating action don't miss a fraction I'm becoming intolerant to the tease and...I'm tired of scratching at my own knees for composure come on and compose this lyrical sex with me... Come on and compose...

Compose
and still...

...And

Still...

Still no birthday sex

*Giggles*


Happy Birthday to me
It's 12:01am


Oh! Next year I'm fucking