February 9, 2011

picknick pickdick

dear dancing under the picknick table diary,

if it rains- bottom line- we are still getting wet. would you believe- i have never danced with a man? i don't even know how. i have always wanted to. i don't know if i could stand being touched that long. i dance with becky. could you imagine not being touched during the act of sex? i can. i couldn't imagine not touching- not exploring everytime. then, a tiny drink of water- a drop of sweetness on my tongue- turned in to poison and darkened the brightest of sun. all the love filled moments were tainted with the lies and i could not even see that with my star filled eyes. wide open and dried up, it is plain to see- it wasn't in the cards for him and me. LOL that was a cheap line- here let me write it like this again.. wide open and dried up, it is plain to see- it wasn't in the cards for him and his cuntface wife either.