take me to the blue moon motel
carry me over the threshold
treat me like i am your young bride
together on our wedding night
fuck me in the motel shower
make my makeup run like a porn star
carry me naked to the bed
fawn my hair out when it’s still wet
from the motel window, the signs twinkle and the stars go
i see all the places you’ve taken me and all the places we’ll go together
hold me spoon me and i’ll pretend
in your arms that i am pregnant
with your baby, yeah your baby
your two babies softly sleeping
you’re my mickey i’m your mallory
you’re my kurt i’m your courtney
you’re my joe i’m your norma
you’re my clarence and i’m your alabama
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Your story is so sweet & yet so sad. You seem like a person who has so much love to give & wants to be loved in return. Yet you list couples that have fallen apart.
The “hold me, spoon me” is such an intimate & loving way for couples to sleep.
I hope you don’t give up, you have such passion to share with someone special.
Right now I think that is my last lifeline; the hope I’ll meet someone who will love me as much as I love them.
My girlfriend through me out like yesterday’s garbage after telling me she’s never dated a guy who treated her so nicely.
Aww 🙁 I’m sorry. But don’t give up on fate.
Thank you for the encouragement. I thought this last one was “the one”, because I had quit trying to find her. Thought if I was going to find that special woman it would be by chance, an accident & through a friend. That’s how I met her & then when she’d give me a hug, it always told me she was the one. Now my mornings are greeted with “ah crap you woke up again”, why Lord, why can’t you just let me go to sleep & never wake up?
So, I’ve got an idea how you feel. If you want to talk I’m here.