im in the mood to free write and the blank cursor is calling my god damn name. rick ross in the head phones- my muse lately. something about his voice, something about his stories, his images, his illusions. his beard, his belly- ha. yacht club. he makes me want to go to miami- sip margs and coronas. white bikini.
tuck sand in my toes and let the wind fly it out. stand in the water, with a bikini bottom wedgie that looks and feels just perfect-like. locs curly heavy in my eyes, still dry, but my suit is wet from wading, from letting the ocean water talk love to a smooth, browned body.
im horny, but no sex necessary, just let the breeze do me.
that felt right.
don’t feel like academic writing today, just feel like righting.
had to add this- it's better with the vidya
tuck sand in my toes and let the wind fly it out. stand in the water, with a bikini bottom wedgie that looks and feels just perfect-like. locs curly heavy in my eyes, still dry, but my suit is wet from wading, from letting the ocean water talk love to a smooth, browned body.
im horny, but no sex necessary, just let the breeze do me.
that felt right.
don’t feel like academic writing today, just feel like righting.
had to add this- it's better with the vidya
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