..but i really want to fuck you
ooops i shouldnt have said that
you have brought it to my attention
its called “making love”
maybe youd prefer it if i called it cunnilingus
instead of “i want to feel your clit throb on my tongue”
would you like it better if i said “slide it in and out”
and not “i want you to ram your fingers inside me”
could it be that youd rather hear me say “im close to reaching an orgasm”
instead of shouting “oh my fucking god, im gonna cum!!”
and maybe you would like it better if i said that i love you
and not just nod and oust a simple “ditto”?

he wasnt there
that bastard.

pavza za cik.
to bi mi pasalo zdajle
tista pavza, ko je vonj sexa v zraku
in si zelis svezih rjuh.
ko te skrbi, kaj vse so sosedi slisali
ali ce mogoce niso slisali tistega focna po njeni desni ritnici.
to bi bila sramota.
aja, ne smem rect tega?
zakaj ne?
kaj naj z romantiko?
povelicevanje aktov, ki so lahko tako zelo perverzni.
ne razumem emocij.
sex? to razumem.
ampak okej, naj ti bo.
da ti izpolnem vsaj eno zeljo:
pridi, ti moja princeska.
pridi, se bova ljubili dokler ne zaspis v mojem objemu.
pridi, bova eno.
al nekaj.

what does that even
mean?
did you mean to startle me?
you succeeded.
bravo.
what i should do, is put it all
behind
me.
i wont say it, but ill think it.
ill picture you
because
it was a love story.
and when i think of the raw words
left
between us
there isnt much to be gained.

come do
tequila shots
!
and then
lets fuck–
for old times
sake.
(“”)

in vedno veckrat te dni si zazelim
da bi si njene temne lase ovila okoli prstov
njeno glavo povlekla izmed mojih nog visje
in jo rotila,
“nehaj, ne morem vec.”

ce bi lahko nekako tisto najino zadnjo soboto raztegnile nekje do petka bi nedeljska depresija bila sekundarnega pomena. ponedeljkova norija me ne bi motla, ker bi imela dovolj dela z vdihavanjem njenega vonja. torkova apatija se me ne bi niti dotaknila, ker bi od jutra do vecera poljubljala njene ustnice. sredine depresivnosti ne bi niti zaznala, ker bi moji prsti spoznavali njeno telo. cetrtkovo pricakovanje bi ignorirala, ker bi jo pogresala takoj ko bi bila vec kot 5cm stran od mene. in v petek bi hotela cas zavrtet nazaj na soboto, ker bi sel mimo se en teden, ko tistih besed ne bi rekla.

en je prisel, trije so odsli
kurba je pri levem mostu dala sestim
articoke bodo cez 45min
kekse sem dvakrat zazagala
in ata smrk me ze na kolenih prosi za napoj
izklopim tablico in jo dam na njen povster
mogoce jutri.

tonight seems so right, temptation in our eyes
echoing jazz song, hesitation on my mind
i guess its time to give something new a try
whispers getting louder, air feels chill
its like in a movie; lights. camera. action.
a sea of bodies, no questions asked
it ends in a glorious blur, orgasm
reality sets in and i dont want it any more
tonight seemed so right, was this a mistake?