stop this train

Not sure what would be better… this ultimate new freedom that I have and it feels good like when you sleep safe and sound or driving awake in the dark singing, “stop this train i wanna get off and go home again” or to be laying with my wife, in desire fully, hands and legs and fingers wrapped in on and round her.

A breathtaking (would make you wince with every deep breath) woman I once saw told me, “I just wanna wake up with my legs wrapped around my lover… fuck and wake up” and my eyes widened, “… yeah… i get that too…” I uttered, nay, whispered.

The trouble I see with this intwinement, enmeshment, wrapping up and tied up, is that there are dangers inherent in it. For one, they leave. Look at who hasn’t yet.

I’m listening. I’m about to just set fire to everything I see.

I just don’t believe anymore.

Published by jen padron

Mover and a shaker. Comrade. Community Bridger. Creative. Filmica. Sentimentalist. Imminent. Emergent Social Action. Change Agent. Voted for Hillary (2008, 2016). Lives & Resides in Atlanta.

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