I want you. I'm picky. I want your cum to myself. I like us so much. I'm sorry I stopped our hot frenching. I won't stop us again.

Dylan & Kacey :

DYLAN 
(2013/05/30 10:16:50)
 Did you text last night

KACEY
 (2013/05/30 10:02:04) 
Yes

DYLAN 
(2013/05/30 10:03:01)
 What did you text. None of them came through

KACEY 
(2013/05/30 10:05:42) 
Did u get the ones about steak vs hamburgers? What was the last txt u got

DYLAN
 (2013/05/30 10:06:49)
 The last one I got was about you not liking the fact that I'm fucking someone else. It was around 1pm when you sent it. That was the last one I got

KACEY 
(2013/05/30 10:16:18) 
Yea i want ur cum to myself i sent a few more emails after about raw juicy steaks vs hamburger meat and i sent one late last night

DYLAN
 (2013/05/30 10:16:50)
 What was the one last night about

KACEY 
(2013/05/30 10:39:02)
 Well its long txt but i was saying i want u to feel comfortable with me that u can have me anyway u want and ur welcome here anytime u want i was saying i want ur cum and i said other things too

DYLAN
 (2013/05/30 10:39:24)
 What elese did you say.

DYLAN 
(2013/05/30 10:39:47) 
I want to know the details of the rest of the texts you sent

KACEY 
(2013/05/30 10:55:34)
 That i wont stop u this time and i know u are good and said more but i just now was thinkin about i like this porn stars story i heard on the radio about fucking an arab prince he plays a board game with her to check her IQ and then fucks her throat until she gags its good she says she loves the salty taste its a good

KACEY
 (2013/05/30 10:59:23) 
I love the way she tells the story of how much she loves salt and having her throat fucked

KACEY 
(2013/05/30 11:01:31) 
I want my throat fucked by you

DYLAN 
(2013/05/30 11:01:52)
 Why

KACEY 
(2013/05/30 11:04:34)
 Cause i want ur cum

DYLAN
 (2013/05/30 11:05:10)
 Why mine you can get someone eldes

DYLAN
 (2013/05/30 11:05:12) 
Elses

KACEY 
(2013/05/30 11:06:52)
 Cause u taste good to me when we we kissed

DYLAN
( 2013/05/30 11:07:33)
 We better not just for the best

KACEY 
(2013/05/30 11:18:18)
 I want u im picky i dont want someone elses i want ur cum to myself when ur ready here is the txt i sent u last night--I want u to know when we were on the floor at my place i got scared cause i like us so much what im sayin is i lost control and i wanted to let u have me anyway u want and i didnt mean to stop it i was just protecting myself cause ive lost so much in my life u know both my brothers died and its been super hard for me to let guys in but i did w u cause i know ur good just know that im sorry i stopped our hot frenching i didnt mean to and i want u to feel comfortable w me that i wont stop us again im clear now ur welcome here anytime u want

DYLAN
 (2013/05/30 11:20:30)
 Ok well if I'm ever single I will text you

DYLAN 
(2013/05/30 11:24:56)
 Bye now

KACEY 
(2013/05/30 11:29:04) 
This is the steak txt i sent u yesterday its the same reason why i want u ---well u know i'm the prime rib steak but i understand u want hambruger meat for now do what u have do but just know when u want the raw juicy tasty cut i have grill here

DYLAN
( 2013/05/30 11:31:33)
 Bye

KACEY 
(2013/05/30 11:30:53)
 I mean its cool i like hamburgers too i understand but u can have the steak raw and bloody (in a good way) and u dont need the bun

KACEY 
(2013/05/30 11:31:30)
 I mean i love steak more cause it tastes good as is

KACEY
 (2013/05/30 11:37:07)
 Ok when ur ready cause love my steak raw

KACEY 
(2013/05/30 11:41:20)
 And salty

KACEY
 (2013/05/31 04:49:46) 
Don't wait too long okay i want to be here

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I have done some reading

I borrowed Ariel out of my university's library.

TULIPS
The tulips are too excitable, it is winter here.
Look how white everything is, how quiet, how snowed-in.
I am learning peacefulness, lying by myself quietly
As the light lies on this white walls, this bed, this hands.
I am nobody; I have nothing to do with explosions.
I have given my name and my day-clothes up to the nurses,
And my history to the anaesthetist, and my body to surgeons.

They have propped my head between the pillow and the sheet-cuff
Like an eye between two white lids that will not shut.
Stupid pupil, it has to take everything in.
The nurses pass and pass, they are no trouble,
They pass the way gulls pass inward in their white caps,
Doing things with their hands, one just the same as another,
So it is impossible to tell how many they are.

My body is a pebble to them, they tend it as water
Tends to the pebbles it must run over, smoothing them gently.
They bring me numbness in their bright needles, they bring me sleep.
Now I have lost myself I am sick of baggage -
My pattent leather overnight case like a black pillbox,
My husband and child smiling over the family photo;
Their smiles catch onto my skin, little smiling hooks.

I have let things slip, a thirty-year-old cargo boat
Stubbornly hanging on to my name and address.
They have swabbed me clear of my loving associations.
Scared and bare on the green plastic-pillowed trolley
I watched my teaset, my bureaus of linen, my books
Sink out of sight, and the water went over my head.
I am nun now, I have never been so pure.

I didn't want any flowers, I only wanted
To lie with my hands turned up and be utterly empty.
How free it is, you have no idea how free-
The peacefulness is so big it dazes you,
And it asks nothing, a name tag, a few trinkets.
It is what the dead close on, finally; I imagine them
Shutting their mouths on it, like a Communion tablet.

The tulips are too red in the first place, they hurt me.
Even through the gift paper I could hear them breathe
Lightly, through their white saddlings, like an awful baby.
Their redness talks to my wound, it corresponds.
They are subtle: they seem to float, though they weight me down,
Upsetting me with their sudden tongues and their colour,
A dozen red lead sinkers round my neck.

Nobody watched me before, now I am watched.
The tulips turn to me, and the window behind me,
Where once a day the light slowly widens and slowly thins,
And I see myself, flat, ridiculous, a cut-paper shadow
Between the eye of the sun and the eyes of the tulips,
And I have no face, I have wanted to efface myself.
The vivid tulips eat up my oxygen.

Before they came the air was calm enough,
Coming and going, breathe by breathe, without any fuss.
Then the tulips filled it up like a loud noise.
Now the air snags and eddies round them they way a river
Snags and eddies round a sunken-rust red engine.
They concentrate my attention, that was happy
Playing and resting without committing itself.

The walls also, seem to be warming themselves.
The tulips should be behind bars like dangerous animals;
They are opening like the mouth of some great African cat,
And I am aware of my heart: it opens and closes
Its bowl of red blooms out of sheer love of me.
The water I taste is warm and salt, like the sea
And it comes from a country far away as health.