in which I compare the South in Spring to... other activities

So I went home last Thursday for an extended weekend trip. It was glorious. I got in late Thursday night, feeling exhausted and sort of down about stuff blah blah blah, went to bed and woke up Friday morning pretty early and felt completely rejuvenated already. I looked outside and saw blooming flowers and green everywhere. I could feel a sort of Southern energy humming in the air, and it pulsed through my body excitedly. I had not felt that happy and in love and content for months. So, naturally, I wrote something to express what I was feeling.

I was half-asleep when I wrote this, still in bed in the fairly early morning hours. I did not think about what I was writing. It remains mostly unedited. This is probably as close as I've come thus far to just letting words literally flow through me and onto the page. I was sort of surprised to find myself comparing being in the South for the first time in months to having sex with someone you're completely in lust with. But, here it is. This is sort of... explicit. Definitely the most explicit thing I've posted on this blog. So if that kind of thing makes you queasy, on to the next bullet in your blog feed!








the south is sex

the south is sex
the south is
fucking
sex
right now.
I woke up this morning
looked
out
side
(it's so hot
you have to look through
the thick air
to see to the other side)
anyway
I looked outside
Perfect sunlight
Perfect green
Blooming
Bursting
pink
flowers
on the azalea bush
outside my childhood window.
I arched my back.
I wanted to masturbate
no
I wanted to fuck the South
bend over my bed
and let it fuck me from behind
hands gripping my ass
pulling my hair
pinching my nipples
god
so
slow
teasing my pussy
and clit
and heart
then faster.
hearts beating
faster
faster
writhing in my bed
imagining everyone and no one
imagining long, open roads
just driving
foot on the dash
(because I do that sometimes when I drive)
Why do I feel like this?
seduced to tears
so
fucking
seduced
by my hometown
my childhood
who I am and
who I used to be
Freedom
Freedom
Fucking
Freedom
I taste it here
I taste him in my mouth
Freedom
Happiness
Fucking my mouth
Exploding in my throat
letting it drip down my neck
I smile for years
I see myself
fat
and
happy
again
In his arms
he kisses my breasts
ribs
belly
hips
down
down
down
starts goin down on me
I grab his long hair
two glowing handfuls
and think
Maybe we just always want to be where we're not
But I never want New York
When I'm down here
When he's down there
New York doesn't like to eat pussy
or at least
she's never eaten mine
so no
I don't think that's it
I'm just lusting for the South
I just am
stop asking questions, all will be revealed
he said through licks
so I just laid back
and enjoyed
all the while feeling this pull
heart to heartland
heart
to
fucking
heartland
oh
my
god
his
fingers
inside
me
blissssssssssssssss
bliss.