Monique Alexander, Cock Worshiping Part 2
Ms. Alexander, you have the gift.
I’m very much awake, but I’ve worn him out.
When I cannot sleep after he is asleep, I do one of a billion things… Tonight, I studied commonly misinterpreted symbols, translations of a phrase I like, etc.
I opted for sleep assistance from an orange bottle of white beads, and a thick beverage of an almond persuasion that resembled a White Russian. The bourbon was not what I wanted, after all.
Still, when I’m a bit manic, immersion in irrelevant reading or a creative project after a quick orgasm works.
Hence, the present moment.
I’m thinking of my intellectually-superior friends. They speak multiple languages fluently and I speak only one (poorly) and my second language is much worse.
I’ve mentioned he paid for tattoos for us, but we haven’t gone, yet. We’ve wanted two matching concepts together but just haven’t made the time. The message we are getting is one I would prefer to have inscribed into my flesh in a cryptic manner… Another language, or something symbolic… I’ve been reviewing symbolism, fonts, and languages to determine which expression of my sentiment would be most suitable for me. His will be dark; succinct, basic. Mine will be dark, incomprehensible, and complex…a metaphor of us.
I’d like to have him in my mouth again, but I will settle for a deep snuggle. I like his warm, furry chest against my cold, bony back.
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