This is for you...

I spoke to my cousin yesterday. She's in a bit of a quandary. Love eludes the both of us. Eludes us so, that, we've thought of new explorations and new adventures to embark on. My previous mishaps have led me here, so, I'm tired of being a sexual Indiana Jones, trying to find my lust-filled Temple of Doom.

So, Coco...

The days are hot and lazy with the thoughts of summer love. You know the kind. Lights off, heat radiating off of the lover of choice while the street lights peek inside the windows hoping to steal a glance of naked bliss. This has been a secret mission of mine for some time now. I've been wanting to experience some project ambient intercourse right now. Project ambient is, what I've explained above, added with no fan, loud systems below, a skyline out the window, with low guttural tones from you and your lover. The most carnal, animalistic event there could be. The city sounds tapping on the bubble you've created with your other for the night.

Write...

I've told several people that I haven't had the heart to write lately. Which is true. Life has been a stressful battle for a while, and writing just hasn't relieved me like I've needed it to in the passed weeks. But, I'm noticing, writing is like the relationship that still needs work, even though you're thinking it's not sustaining you for whatever reason. Referred to as my husband, writing, has been off my mind lately. He hasn't been coming around lately. I haven't been keeping up on my end either. I've been slacking. But with these words, I'm working on the relationship. I need to revive new life into this union. It's my peace. So, I've made promises to him [writing], and I'm remaining true.

I can only try...