Old.

-It's old. But there ain't anything like some re-blogging love.

I remember how you used to make me feel and at the same time I draw a complete blank, like I can't bare to recall that joy when you're so many miles away from me.

I remember some other things though.

Your head bobbing up and down my dick with your chain round your neck and your tongue having a brain of its own between my legs.

I remember some mother fucking things.

Because for some reason, no matter how much I told the world I hated you, and I still tell the world that, when you came around me I glowed, you made the muscles in my body tighten up in anticipation of you.

Time against us. Miles between us.

Somehow you remained and now you want to take that risk with me?

What planet am I on baby?

Because even though we had our days of just lighting each other on fire in a room filled smoke. Even though you loved me in a way that fit me so perfectly. The freedom you gave me, the honesty you fed me. We all have our secrets and I had a couple of dread headed ones myself.

We were 97% honest with each other.

But I think of you now, unbuttoning my shirt & whispering “I don't want to share you.” against my neck. One hand works while the other dives. I think of how you'd squirm. What you'd say. I think of the ocean your body would make for me to leap in. I think of the way you’ll wind your hips against my person.

You always amazed me.

I always loved you. I couldn't help myself. I still don't understand it to this day, but when I think about you kissing the birthmarks on my right shoulder, nothing has to make sense.

You'd come everyday, never fail and I’d shoot you with that AK full of bullets filled with liquid joy.

I never thought we would last though.

There were others that came before me, that I understood held priority, that I might've even used as a reason to continue on with some of my more major sexual eccentricities.

'She' was my safety net.

So that no matter how hurt I ended up? No matter how badly I needed you?

I never failed to concede that you were never mine. So the pain was fleeting.

I knew your game too well, I could lead sheep to the wolf in your name with ease and the fact that you trusted me too? Meant so much to a dude like me.

I know you love my crazy little person. Still DO.

And when you came back?

You had to, to still want me, after all those months? Isn't that terrifying to people like us? We've seen the world in between our sheets, freedom is our oxygen, infidelity our bread & butter. How else could the sex have been so damn fantastic?

I think about where you'd hold me, where you'd touch. What would you kiss first? What would you want first? It's been so long, my body has almost forgotten all about yours.

But there's this one string inside my solar plexus that lights up when I think about me plowing you. It gets hotter when I think about that night you kept drinking powerhorse, like you meant some serious business.

You said I always amazed my body. I loved it like I owned it.

And for a while, I think I did. But then life catches up with you and youth doesn't survive the pressure. But that's what time is for. Second chances.

I wanna take you around for another spin baby.

I want you all up in my zone.

All up in my core.

All up in my fucking pores.

I want to make it Thunder.

All over me.

So hard, I'm just sitting here thinking about you, hoping, that you're sitting your somewhere, thinking about me, hoping that I'm sitting my somewhere thinking about you.

I mean..

You just make it so easy for me to fall right back into place with you. But there's an ocean between us and these hazy high nights get lonely for a person like me. So, you get subbed.

I wait to conquer you.

In the meantime, I'll keep on playing my little games.