msjessica's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- bossanova In a show of being able to get what you want when you're really sure of it, I slept last night in the strong arms of a man. He had pink polka dot psoriasis spots covering his torso, a tiki bar at the side of his house and a faint all over smell of vomit. He was drunk and temporary but sweet and soulful and sexy and rough and then held me all night long, fucked me again upon waking up and made me a cup of coffee. I doubt I'll see him again but that's not really the point, I needed to be touched, hardly and softly and life/prolonged eye contact with a stranger across a crowded bar delivered. 10:13 p.m. - 2016-03-14 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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