Wring me Out
Posted on December 2, 2010 with 0 comments
It's the oddest thing of late. I don't know if it's my laptop being near my uterus or the tension in my body from doing pilates... but around 7:00 pm every night my pelvic musicle goes CRAZY tight. And I try to breathe to make it right - to calm it down - to ground it so I don't split in two - the one who wants to get shit done and the one who wants you to come here. right now. and wring me out. until I'm limp from shaking and shimmers and undulating quivers and high dives off my headboard and until I'm bored with with being wrung out. (Which might take a long while.) The side of me that wants to get shit done gets unplugged by this other side. It's gone acoustic and the pelvic thrust side is all electric -- I could light up a New York City BLOCK with the energy coming out of my pelvis...I don't need anyone to tell me I'm powerful, all you need is to stand next to me and feel all this crazy whirlwind and magnetizing might pulling you towards me - I don't know if it's wrong or it's right - but I need someone tonight and I'd like it to be someone who knows how to do me right. Put me up in a swing and rock me baby, rock me all night long...to the tune of your pheromone tones and songs...lick my lips and I'll likc yours and flick the tips and we'll fall onto the floor and dance together. dance to the tune of our bodies. dance to the tune of our breath. dance to the tune of sheer joy. dance to the tune of moans and grunts and whimpers and gasps. dance to the tune of the dance itself. because i just can't wring myself out all by myself.