soprano sex in stormy weather

monday 28th january 2002 @ 00:52

your smoky drawl crawls across the room, but not to greet me. it hangs in the air, then drifts to my feet where i stand alone in your scent. i crave you but your distance is remarkable. your smile taunts me, drunk and sober. soprano sex with the volume of stormy waves fills my head and threatens to drown me without satisfaction. to be at your mercy is a weakness that leaves me hungry.

my words mean nothing to you. i can't even be sure that you hear me.

reading: boating for beginners - j.winterson

hearing: dream theater - live at the london apollo - my ears are still ringing with scenes from the memory...

wanting: oh if only

fearing: "another rainy night without you"