Appearing very suddenly I saw you at the bar Smiling back at me Gorgeously from afar We kiss We caress Every time we meet Long forgotten puppy love Deliciously sweet Hand holding Neck nuzzles We warmly embrace Paranoid thoughts As you stroke my face Did I pluck my bits? Did I get that wax? Did I put deodorant on? Why can’t I just relax? Here I am on a spaceship Inside the honeymoon suite Jake Gyllenhaal is with me Tenderly kissing my feet It’s then the penny drops All too good to be true I hate my feet being touched Brain takes the body’s cue Overheating in my bed Jake tells me something’s wrong Don’t want to leave, but stifling The electric blanket is on
It’s funny how the brain works. I used to have a little crush on JG and have dreamt of him before. The dreams are never erotic, just sweet and so lovely I wake up sad. Not because of him, but that beautiful sensation of that young puppy love bubble and the realisation it’s actually not real and your twenty years older with a husband, kids, dog, mortgage, grey hair and wrinkles.