Circle

Circles… Everything is a circle… You make moves promising change… You make mistakes… And nothing changes… You just repeat the same moves over and over… And we try… And Lord we try… To repeat the circles that brought us happiness and memories of everything good… And those circles… Those circles… Well… Those circles are impossible to repeat… 

The circle from the sweating glass on the wooden table… The glass is filled with 2 ice cubes and a couple shots of vodka… Straight vodka… The room is so quiet… You hear the ice bounce off each other and the glass… The glass is raised and I say… I whisper… “To you”...  

With one ice cube in my mouth… I kiss then bite your nipple and then use my tongue to press the ice against it… You move… Front to side… Side to back… Back to side and then side to front… A circle… And I can hold this glass and hold you… And hold onto this moment… Replaying it over and over after it ends… Bringing me back to the start… A loop… No I didn't mean that… I meant a circle… You cant spell alone without the circle… Cant spell love… Cant spell drowning into you… Or Orgasm… Lets continue on this circle though… A quick kiss… Can you taste the liquor… Passion makes you move quicker… Seeking the climax… A climax that is teased and stretched out as far as it can be… Then repeated over and over and over… Clothes on the floor… Circling what was once our bodies… Beads of sweat on our bodies… Lips open and close… Moans… And the glass… The glass… Beads of sweat on the glass… The sound of the last ice cube trying to escape the glass… It rests on the same circle it created… Back to where it started… I take another drink… This time I free the last ice cube… With it in my mouth… I kiss you and spit it into your mouth… Your teeth wanting something to bite… You crush the ice… Then spit the ice back into my mouth… A circle… Everything moves in a constant circle… The planets… The galaxy… And you… And you and me…  

“To you.”...