I want to fuck freely. I want to play freely. I want to dance freely. I may be falling in love with a woman who wants to be my friend. I might have fallen in love with an old lover who can’t leave Chicago. One who, every time I recall him, my thighs part wide to accommodate–goddamn he got so much body.
I want to be out of here soon, to be captured in my own space. I want to live freely. I want to savor every morning I spend at the Freeman stop waiting on the 2 train to get to work. Watching the train come around the corner, sun on my face and the cold air piercing my nostrils, making it hard for me to breathe my eyes welling up from coldness–I want that feeling to last forever. This magic everyday. I want to eat pussy and squeeze a pair of thick thighs. I want my skin to burn underneath the sun, I want hands on my ass and a slick, wet tongue on my vulva. I want lips wrapped around my clitoris suckling and hands on my breasts. I want my feet massaged after a night of dancing. I want to scream out in pleasure. Tomorrow is Sunday, in the morning I’ll want to stroke my pussy and think of you, and you and you.
