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No More Poems?

I don’t know… if I can put it into words…

I’m sure you can… 😏

Not… tonight…

That’s alright… what did you explore tonight?

No. 8…

It goes up to 8?!

I think it goes up to 12 or 14?!

Oh… 😏

It’s still G-sharp, no C-sharp…

What?!

Uhuh……… (still regulating the breaths…)

You’re still… trying to breathe? Even as you’re typing?!

Yeah, I kinda feel like I just ran a marathon… πŸ˜…πŸ˜…πŸ˜…

Lol… WHAT?!

Hehehehhh… ☺️

I… cannot get enough of this… your writing’s not enough… I need the real thing…

I WANT THAT TOO…

I think… I heard you…?

Are you in my neighbourhood?

… maybe… 😏…

Then yes, maybe you did…

FUUUUUUUUCKKKKK…

What the fuck is going on with our bodies?!

It’s like they can sense each other?! It’s a biological reaction or something?!?!?!

I… can’t fuckin control this… I don’t want to see you until I can control this… my MIND over my BODY…

I don’t know anymore. I feel like I don’t know anything…

I will conquer this.

You will?

I just need… a bit more time…

Okay…

(There’s no emojis for what he’s feeling)…

I need an emoji for… your body, slumped over my body, after ejaculating…….

πŸ˜…πŸ˜…πŸ˜…πŸ˜…πŸ˜…πŸ˜…πŸ˜… (oh, baby……)

And I’m just patting your hair, and your back…

(Big sighs)… what colour hair do I have in these visions?

I think… tonight was blonde… or grey? I don’t know…

Blonde or grey?

I don’t know… they took turns?

What?!

Mmm… blonde, then grey…

Why are “ny characters” taking turns?

I don’t… know……

Is this bothering you?

A little bit, it’s starting to… the more I think about it… yes… it’s bothering me…

Why?

Because I can’t decide on a hair colour for when I come see you…

πŸ˜…πŸ˜…πŸ˜…πŸ€£πŸ€£πŸ€£

Right?! What the fuck?! Blonde or grey?! Or black?! Sometimes you’re still envisioning me with black hair, right?!

Uhuh… πŸ”₯ (licking lips at this thought)…

Fuck… which colour?!?!

You can have me with any. I’ll receive you with any hair colour.

Fuuuuuuck… that’s not actually helping my neurotic thinking about this……..

You’re going in circles…

Yes…

You don’t need to decide on a hair colour tonight…

No?

No. Let’s just enjoy… this… porous afterglow?

Porous afterglow?

Well… it’s not a real afterglow… it’s the afterglow after our visions… I don’t know why I just used the word porous… I guess I feel like, our auras… are close enough… geographically… they’re touching each other… there’s such a thin veil… it’s like… they’re porous? Does that make sense?

Not really, I’m going to use a different word when I write this into a song… πŸ˜…

πŸ€­πŸ€­πŸ€­πŸ’•πŸ’•πŸ’• okay… well… I think the word makes sense for my blog.

Yes. Of course. It’s your blog. Use whatever words you want, my love 😏β™₯️