sentence starters: All the Dirty Parts edition (part two)
"Get naked, I want you naked."
It's one thing to write love poems. Another, however, to deal with the deity of the river of blood.
“No, you just beckoned me over.”
“You’re kidding about that, right? Lord of Lust?”
They shut all the naked windows.
“To be honest I was masturbating.”
Hard to type “whoawhoawhoaohmygodwhat” so I type nothing.
ripping the wrapper open while they smile with their jeans off and socks on
We dance a little but everyone is wondering why we don’t just leave. We have a car. Lords of lust. We should be in it fucking.
They shoved me, a real shove, and then scraped at their eyes a little.
But their friends are me, and guys I wouldn’t ever talk to about anything, and besides they are not, not, not my fucking girl/boyfriend.
“I love your eyes when I do this.”
It feels like finger painting.
I lean into their belly, the smell so warm and strange.
“Just say beautiful.”
“Keep your panties on.”
Nothing’s dirty to them now, not in month four, is it, with [...].
We sit at the donut place all day after school.
I have an English paper I totally spaced and [...] is at their phone and drawing birds on napkins.
[...] wide lonely eyes actually turn my stomach one day in the hall.
Almost laughable how I will never tell any of them any of this.
“But I want--” “Don’t care what you want, keep moving, yes, yes, yes, yes, fuck, yes, yes.”
The Venn diagram of adorable and fuckable.
In the mirror with glasses on and nothing else.
“It’s cute. Like a little slug when it’s done. Don’t get me wrong, it’s hot when it’s big. But your little resting cock, so cute. Adorable godhead.”
Then they moved so they were on my mouth and just rubbed there.
We kiss hard in the vitamin aisle and then there’s an old man scowling at us.
We name the babies that have not happened.
“We can’t do it standing up if we’re not the same height. Not really.”
“Other fucks. Better fucks than me.”
“I don’t care if it hurts sometimes.”
Because I don’t feel safe with them I guess. It feels, not dangerous, but with no seatbelt, no helmet.
“Make me spaghetti.”
We are under a blanket with both our pants pushed down but not off.
[...] elbows themself up to look at me like a cheap broken something, not worth the money to fix.
“I really enjoy fucking.”
A girl’s bag is an abandoned warehouse. Stupid people in horror movies are the only ones to venture in.
Rise above the tampons.
“Show me the porn you look at.”
They can draw, and they can draw well, and they can make me come so hard with their mouth, but holy fuck they cannot sing.
I know enough what not to say, but the right thing I haven’t learned.
[...] went and got them a ring, clacky and blue.
“Coupled and laid. It’s a very big happiness. So, yes, we say things. To keep the happiness going.”
“Don’t miss me already when I’m right here.”
Rosy but not roses, some old wives’ remedy tonic, poured into a jar with a tight metal lid to carry with you.
We made up better endings.
They kick their flats off talking, bare feet getting dirty in the mess of leaves and weeds unmowed.
We fell deep truly asleep for an hour and woke up in magic dusky light when it was over.
Ravioli with butter, red wine with don’t tell your parents.
They pull their jeans down, underwear, but keeps them around their ankles, lifts their legs up so my head just fits.
“That wore me out. You can do it yourself and I’ll watch you.”
The waiter already hates us.
That was a very short game of Truth or Dare we just did.
“Would you do something with a guy? For me?”
“I was just hoping there was someone who, I could find someone you haven’t messed with.”
Lost and leashless. [...] won’t even tell me to fuck off.
I am embarrassed that I am grateful.
Well, I haven’t had an orgasm by these bleachers for a while.
“You came quick when I did that.”
“I mean it. Don’t ever. You’re pretty easy yourself, but I bet nobody says it, yes?”
Another true thing is, they are crying very hard over an orange they unpeeled and it turned out to be moldy.
Keep finding porn they would like, and can’t send it to them.
“Tonight, tonight. I want you to find someone at this party, and fuck them.”
Their eyes look like a demon in a poster.
“This is fucked up.”
A big wild painting of sinners and punishments with everyone looking like an animal. Monsters sometimes.
Upstairs was some little girl’s room. Cartoon sheets.
The kiss was fluttery and sweet, so wrong for what I was doing.
Their eyes were shiny and flat, though, glassy like in old museum tableaus.
A tight fuck quick.
[...] was very drunk, alone on a folding chair backed into a corner, almost passed out.
“You smell like them...” “Let’s go home.”
The street was filthy, after a storm.
“Next time it’s mine. The next turn, belongs to me.”
Such a terrible whisper.
“What rope can you lower to get me out of here?”
“I just didn’t like it.”
“You can’t. I don’t. Please don’t. Please won’t you--”
“I knew you weren’t safe.”
Mid-sentence in the overflowing kitchen.
Fling open one wrong door, the bathrrom, the closet, door after door, too stupid and too frantic.
Their face is bright, a little sweaty, a little shame.
I’m choking something up.
“I just thought it was fun.”
Churned up thinking about the details, disgusted and cold and erect.
“Make this quick. Can you get over this?”
“You were jacking them off.”
“I didn’t give you permission.” “Permission?”
“Are we good,” no we are fucking not.
“You know what slut is? It’s a punishing, it’s a fucked-up word for a girl, only, who likes sex. There’s no guy word for it.”
Heaving, sitting on the edge of the tub fully dressed.
You know it’s some art technique or whatever.
Never find that no matter how you search on your screens, you stupid broken fuck.
”I tried to show you the real person I am. I let that happen when it seemed like the coast was clear.”
I can only say it once, that I miss them so fucking much.
“Poor thing. Too late for you.”
A year later, and fine. Learned the lesson, my comeuppance.
“Whatever happened, you totally deserve it and it’s totally your fault. But I do pity you, if that helps.”
It’s a very tiny smile on their face.
Do it, trembling broken and so hard.