youth

true in a million years i am twenty four. tomorrow looms, and proves to be difficult.

so stretched out. a pain in my neck reminds me i have one. tests, and work, and light years away from anything soft and gentle.

i like guys with long hair. i like guys with scars, tattoos. i like men with jazz names.

hee hee- tonight at the 'shop a regular comes in and i offer him a piece of chocolate and he says "baby, i already got me some chocolate. organic chocolate!"

i like dirty men... who also know their boundaries.

mostly i love sexual tension. long thin fingers of lust that hold your throat, for a little while....