Other Woman

i listen to the thoughts interlocked with your hair. playfully pulling at the strands asking your dna to remember me and remember the feeling u are having right now. hunger for food that could never be, would never be store-bought because the only place that it comes from is the restaurant called "In Btn My Legs". inhale the remnants of the passion that is between us. can you blame me for not getting enough?


This isn't finished. i'm working on it. lol. i uhhh...got a figurative kick when i was talking with someone and unfortunately the initial thoughts at the time weren't recorded and i'm trying to get it back in my head. >pause< well that hardly ever happens if ever. the title was enticed by a contradicting flirtatious interaction - at least in my complicated head it was - and honestly the thought just flowed from there. i try to impersonalize my writing and throw things off by talking about different experiences direct/indirect so that my personal life remains that way. so plz, read but try not to read into. experience the thought from your own mind/experiences. and if u do decide to put urself in the shoes of this character, don't tie the shoelaces too tight. it puts the wrong indents in the shoes.