Now & Then.

There is only now and then. Now he is on his way. Now I can start to feel my heart racing and my impatience for his mouth on mine hits hard. Hurry. Just be here now. And then he is here and I am here and we are right there. I cannot get enough of his everything. His mouth fits with mine exactly right. I push the air from my lungs into his to fill him with my life. I spit in his mouth so he can take me with him when he leaves. It just fucking is. The isness of this thing.

His cock feeds my lust. That’s a lie. His mind feeds my lust. The sacredness of lust. His cock belongs. His cock is my cock. My cunt is his. There is nothing I would not do. Nothing. That look he gets in his eyes takes me with him. I know his secrets and he tells me mine. There is only now.

The unspoken sits waiting its turn. I hate that unspoken cunt that sits there waiting for the spell to be broken. The unspoken takes him back to that part of him where I don’t belong. That place where he pretends to be one of them because that version is acceptable. That’s when then comes to put him back in his box. That box is safe. I want to smash that box into a million pieces.

And then the veil is in place. And then he has to go. Now. He leaves as I arrive. I am so aroused that I don’t even know what to do with myself. I writhe on the bed he fucked me on. I gush all over myself because his scent lingers. It is so fucking stupid. I want to forget now and then.