Lust, lust, lust

The distance between time and space and sweaty naked skin is so blurry. The daze of a hangover coupled with time well spent... life is sweet.

I'm feeling so distracted today and I'm thinking that I know why. Sometimes Wednesday nights should really be Friday nights... if only I could re-arrange time.

"Do you think if you press yourself so tightly against someone's chest that eventually your hearts will begin to beat at the same rhythm?" "I doubt it" I replied. But for now, I want to believe. Ahh, the simple pleasure of fully enjoying the time and space that you're occupying.

Sweet sweet lust. I like it here, can I stay for a while?