I am the softest thing in the world
I wish that Olivia would come back into my life, back into the press room where I am supervising a difficult assignment, and I would shut down the press for a minute because I saw her walking, chin first, back to where I am standing with no one else around me but the chortling machines, the benevolent machines that would take your fingers off if you stuck em in the wrong place but would never think of attacking you on the street just because you were black or white or homo or nervous or softer than the rain the softest thing in the world which will one day take apart the entire forest just to see how it ticks. And then put it back together again, no missing parts. The softest rain in the world and the pages that come out of the press rain onto the white world their little black letters and fill up the glasses of the world with their fizzy colored graphics that are this wide and this deep, deep, deep, so you can drink it all and here comes Olivia. Speaking of drinking. She walks bravely, proudly, the beginnings of a smile just pressing against her juicy cheeks. Her breasts are full and glorious under her shirt; they roll there and play there and laugh there and are beautiful and full of life and plumpness; there is no stopping them. They must feel good to have on you, I mean on her, she must enjoy having them be a part of her body because they are so boisterous and lively and calm all at once. So thrumming with bumblebee energy they make me want to make honey and keep bees on honey street. And she walks over to where I am sitting and I love her. God i wish I had her. She has the plumpness that is breath to the forest. I would do anything for her. I would get crazy for her. I would polish her feet for her. I would put on her socks on her terribly cute and short high tan feet for her. I would make a paper hat for her. I would fuck another man up the ass for her. I would strap myself to the post and let her lash me for her. I would wear her leather cockring for her. I would grovel in public for her and wear a leash out to the bar and let her lead me around for her. I would watch her flirt with other guys and take them home and then watch them fuck her and her smiling all the time for her. I would get crazy for her. I would do anything but go up to her and try to talk to her.
Fucked up, huh? Why do I always wait for them to come to me and then end up with not exactly what I wanted? And how long?
How long does it take when you�re the softest thing in the world and there are so many so many
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