narciso (2)

I miss seeing you throw your head back. pleasure, ecstasy. amusement, laughing.

I miss you seeing you with your hands behind your head. on the couch while talking to me, nonchalant. standing or kneeling down for me, inspection. laying down completely, when I’m taking you to heaven.

Every morning I say a prayer, thanking God for making us 2 generations apart. You would have been my downfall if I knew you when you were 24.

You went to law school the year I was born.

This will sound fucked, but I loved calling you Dad.

I loved it when I felt like baby with you. You loved it when I took control at night and screamed “Daddy” while on top of you.

I know I drive you crazy. Both good and bad. You say I remind you of you; you’re a narcissist so maybe you did love me one day.

how terrible it is to conceal passion.

im sorry you will die without experiencing what it is to love without limitations.

I hope you never marry or have children before we cross paths again

I hope we forget each other so we can have a chance.

There’s no way this is it.


When will I forget you? I dream of those arms wrapping around my waist, making me squirm like a serpent while in your embrace. you dominating me with those big hands, reaching for my sex, cupping it, sliding a finger into me.

I want to whimper for you again,

crumble and gush for you.

open my mouth for you,

swallow your love.