FAST AND FASTER

You touch me like no one has touched me before. Hands gently trace my palm and travel up the inside of my arm. It’s a particularly ruthless feeling, you try to stay on earth and I hope we keep me there too. For the sake of it all, allow yourself to gently fall in.

I like electric heat. I like the metallic taste of blood in my mouth. I like the pressure in my eyes after I cry. I like it when a cat scratches my wrist. When I like it, I feel cool. Cool people make me feel good.

I; wearing a scarf with a tank top.

laughing when I get my 50th concussion.

dive 

bar 

smell.

We all gouge ourselves from the inside, to pull out the sweet to greet the outside. 

Pleasure; it’s something deeply personal we wear on our sleeve, and something we inadvertently sacrifice ourselves for; a basis of living, living in our wildest fantasies and most human moments, holding fluidity, with power rooted in its essence. I love pleasure, my agent of protection, giving my extension of the self. 

We gently fall in to explore human tenacity on a cloud. It's all human in some sort of way. You share it with me.