béseme con lengua?

béseme con lengua?

you admit to me that you are santa claus but baby i already knew this because of that one night when i saw you all dressed in a red and white suit with grey hair and a beard trying to get into some family's chimney carrying a sack of gifts and presents.

i guess it was a bit messed up, huh?

yep, yes. yep, yes i did vomit into my garbage bin late last night. it was a sight to see i'm certain yet i can't confirm it due to the fact that my eyes were closed tight. tightly.

i want to wrap these scrawny, scarred arms tightly around your lovely body. béseme con lengua, please?

walking back to a family's home (a family who i do not know), the place i stay without owning anything, i saw a penis attacking a young woman.

kiss me with tongue, maybe? kiss me with tongue, my baby?

anyway, he yelled at me: "what the fuck you lookin' at homie!?" it was scary and i felt tiny like i couldn't help her or me or anybody. i turned my gaze towards the floor, let my feet step heavily on the concrete then kept on walking.

i dreamt i was eating an open-faced chicken sandwich-thing with mustard. it didn't taste like much so i put ketchup on it. then i got pissed off and thought: "this is one reason that you do not eat meat; it tastes bad and you really only like the condiments". also, had stepfather nightmares.

the inside of the bathtub is covered in my curly hairs.

i woke (and always wake) up wanting you next to me; within shouting distance, at the very least. i stifled my arousal until later i began saying extremely creepy phrases, words, and sentences to nobody in particular. a large mountain-pile of dirty underwear that i keep trying to hide in the closet just tumbled and fell out of the closet.

it is okay to be nervous. it is okay to be shaky. it means the following: that you are not a robot, that you are a human being with emotions and feelings and "those things". you are not a machine. but, i guess if you were i would grease your metal with lubricating oils and clean your gears so you wouldn't get rusty.

pretty much can't get enough; definitely like everything.

see: i like your kisses, your hugs, your stink, your smell, your scent, your laugh, your cheeks, your chin, when you blow raspberries (or whatever the hell that is called) above my belly to cheer me up (although i did feel a slight twinge like strings pulling my groin [like yoni said]), i like riding the bus with you, i like putting my arm around the seat unintentionally letting everybody know that i love you (which sounds territorial but it wasn't- just i was traveling with precious cargo and if we crashed i'd have to make my arms seatbelts; and fast), i like drinking champagne and fruit juice out of styrofoam and plastic in public with you. so, basically i love everything about you and everything we can do.

i have to go now. text me in the morning.

p.s. béseme con lengua? when you get around to it, please.