Burned by my Rejection

I know you felt it.
I shuddered.

HARD.

Imperceptible to anyone else, but you were connected to me in that moment, and I know the heat of it seared your flesh.You moved off so quickly.

Burned by my rejection. 

In the moment, I was left to recuperate from the shock of your touch - so familiar. 

Now, after, I think of my body's  automatic response - and wonder.

You are familiar.
You are wanted.
You are welcome.

Our connection is all that I can think about these days; it consumes me as the craving builds and washes over me in waves.

I crave you.
I crave your touch.

Then why would my body respond so strangely when - finally -

FINALLY

- you touched me?

Hope You Got Squashed

To the spider that crawled underneath my bathing suit and had its way with me...what the fuck, man?

Gross.
Not cool.

And...I could have gotten laid, but - oh, no - you conspired with the Universe to keep my clothes on...cause that big, red mark - yep, not sexy.

And, he likes it in the light.

Sigh.

And then it hurt. And then it was itchy.

I hope you were squashed in the worse way.