31.08.15
you’re
a morning person
why
café au lait tan, no lines
your back to me still long wet hair on your back
I nibble your neck
Coffee spills, and robe drops as my hand finds
Your breast
And you press against me urgently
You’re not
Going any where
Here is good
Woman
My woman
Ongoing sporadic journal of the overeducated, and underemployed. The title derived from Coupland’s description of cubicle land; the corporate ghetto. Random photos and thoughts. Left the ghetto, never happier. This still a work in progress
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