Bcuz you’re short and sweet…

Sneaking into your dreams, to be seen, to be a fantasy, to feel the way tot breathe. To plant the seed of need, to complete it memories, to never leave. I’m lurking as you sleep. Trying to find my way in to paradise feeling me. Creeping as smooth as an ease. Bringing many ways to please. So much more than just being on h knees. I’m sliding in to experience us as a we. To help your thoughts consider going deeper than fifty shades feed.  I’m coming in to detour you from empty flings. To whisper my name to your mind as I live in your imaginative desires creating scenes. To flow with the motion of your heart that deep. To be felt before awakening to the wonder that lingers beyond daydreams.

Caught up in me…

January 1. Year 2014. I woke up in a stranger’s bed. I knew her but I didn’t know her like the women I couldn’t get outta my head. I sat up to the snow falling and thought how beautiful it was. An Erie feeling took over my heart that felt like I was betraying luv. With only a few months in to a breakup I asked for a blessing to move on a week before. From the height of her need my gut touched floor. I fumbled within as I fondled another that my hands were unfamiliar with. Cute as a button, dingy asf she came into the room. It was the first time since I fell in luv that I looked at another woman as we had so much fun. Prior to that morning I fought the urge to give in . All I kept hearing in my head was a song by Craig Morgan that went, damn if I don’t wake up loving you. Damn, if that wasn’t the truth. Less than two weeks later I wound up digging into this sweet beautiful lil thing I put to use. The dog came out as her sister eventually joined the roster. My whore phase wanted a round two of who I was to be to revive my posture. But my old ways didn’t last long due to I was emotionally overworked. With that to say the least, I had no use for a woman’s worth. I was caught up internally with feelings I didn’t know how to let go of. All I knew was no one in the moment ever felt like luv. The desire to fuck was real but the depths lacked passion’s thrill. As mine as they were to touch I struggled beyond the intense sexual content in which they were built. Their flesh was no more than a fantasy swirling around the beast within. I resorted to faking a grin. To get through the loss I gained deep in my chest. To heal before I could ever do more than please a woman’s lips. It is what it is. As the father presence of time clicked around the clock. Choosing who I laid down as I worked them loose enough to intensify their g-spot. Then the strangest thing occurred in the middle of fuckin around. I realized I never had to lie to play with the anatomy of the most beautiful thing that I’ve ever found. A woman’s body freed me in ways that I was able to overcome me. I resurfaced to stand on my side of the imaginary wall that kept emotions in my chest. Never to chase as I never have, I was a version of self that wasn’t such a mess. I didn’t havta hide behind a half worn smile for it felt life. Different women helped me ease my mind. Reminding me of the drifter that lingered in between the lines spoken that were true. Friends had a use. Friends wanted more than a weekend rendezvous to hold on to. But recognizing my heading wasn’t the same as being ready to reinsert myself into relations that are face to face with everyday exposing truths. The watched the walls go up. Luv want a friend I could trust. As I’ve even been told to go find my person when I want even looking for another to be familiar with when I was good with who I was looking at. Slowly I was coming around to the same ol’ same bcuz from one to the next wasn’t a thrill looking back at the past. Memories were beginning to scatter themselves far and wide. I sat by myself long enough to know I wasn’t living life. I was alive and doing me but my honesty fell short to many times of someone getting to know me before the end wrapped me up. Some were more than enough and a few were more than I expected I’d cross. When the loss of bad timing that never transformed into luv. I have into lusts. When the stipulations of scenarios and situations were hand plucked on a one way street. I didn’t consider those I’ve touched on my way to my own selfish wants and needs. As I’m prolly an after thought due to my lack there of. But that’s expected when I was out to reclaim me while ignoring another laying flush. Giving tenderness and moments to be who they were to offer a piece of them in their own way. I know I’m to blame. I was just blinded by the loss that had me correcting myself. And I knew I could only depend on myself as help. I had to overcome life’s lil twist to be able to freely become me. And they were all gone by the time I came to thinking about hisi fit into their daydreams. As even those have their own place in the memory that comes back around. I don’t want much, I just wanna be fair to prove I’m more than taking someone to pound town. Not to be revisited in a thought I failed to make. But to be seen creating thanks…

Reservation for two…

I can reserve a table for two if there’s no turning back. I know it’s too soon to know but I’ll go ahead and ask. What’s your plans to flow freely for the night? In a moment to be you and live a lil life. I’ll set up the stage as we don’t for a bit. I’m not afraid to show up off you’re genuinely open to going to know what’s considered a plot twist. One that’ll change us both if we were move together through this unreliable world. As a reservation to communicate is awaiting your response to one evening that isn’t about making you toes curl. Imma eat regardless of your decision to join me or not. I’m just offering a mature sense of use for you to consider that’s limitless bcuz I like you somewhat of a lot. I wind smooth talk you into believing I’m some kinda man I can’t tension to be if we coexist. I’m merely just me trying not to go into revolving doors in which I’ll never be missed. So I won’t lead you into temptations but wait for your response to a friendly gesture to step outside of the norm you barricade yourself behind. I’m just looking to pluck your mind.

No, to an us…

To give to you means I’d havta give up  my way of life. Altering what I do when I choose to have the time. To consider you would be the consideration of my irritation of answering to someone else. Idk if I’d do well with an inpatient ownership trying to control the way my heart refuses to be felt. I may be the chill in the cold that freezes your intent if you try to get close enough to settle in. Emptied, I enjoy being alone to freestyle a grin. As being good enough isn’t a thought that plagues my thought process awaiting approval of luv. To cater to your wants and needs isn’t a necessity as I have to maintain my own lusts. I’d havta cut communications with folks I know to settle your insecurities. What the dream to be captured by a friendly foe looking after self’s ever flowing breeze. I haven’t the desire to create happiness in your heart. It’s not a task I’m entitled to so don’t ask if I care to get caught up in an emotional war. The battle you seek doesn’t exist within me. I’m at peace and honestly I’d rather you leave. One night is good for the feel of physicality as anatomy plays its part. And if you don’t wanna come back around, that would be smart. Bcuz telling you yes to feed your ego is to belittle myself as my true best friend. I can’t entertain you for I’ll eventually find your ends. Who am I to lie when “no” is the simplest form of individuality I could ever speak? I’m not someone who clings to others to reincarnate who isn’t lost, as in me. To live by your standards doesn’t make sense when I have my own free will. So sitting around or pacing back and forth to do something isn’t much of a thrill. Just having someone around so self isn’t lonely isn’t enough to submit to relations living in a mature mind. Let’s keep the interaction respectful and spontaneous without all the hype. We don’t havta remember every lil detail of selfish expectations that aren’t met. I can never let you down if you never insist on gaining access to the contents of my chest. You’ll only live there until you gone and that’ll depend on how you decide to be if we were to share more than a convo to get through this diddle spoken into the wind. Again. Giving in into your way doesn’t matter to me. It’ll only suppress me as your relentless attack attempts to mold me into a version of me that pleases your daydreams. Let’s not fall to fall through the transparency yet to be forthcoming to a reality of we’re forever no more. We need not walk simultaneously through a place pretending to be home’s door. Although I’ll open one for you if we’re can agree we’re just wanting to get away from the norm. To open them is to remind you that if you chase your feelings it’ll close behind you once you see me in true form. As you’re able to gather these words so they are believed by the time you get beyond the threshold of the good as it turns sour quick. I can’t be who you demand I’m to become before you bcuz you won’t be missed. I’m just in motion for as long as I can move. Just reread this and you’ll have your proof. I’m distant, I’m of no use, I’m not for you. For my only crave is to not to havta escape the abuse. I need not ask another to remain in their place. Just to havta watch the rearrangement on facial expressions shape shifting the tension in their face. Relate or don’t I don’t give two fucks either way. It may sound hard but who am I to me if I allow childish behaviors to rule the way I have but one chance to avoid hate? I’m not afraid and I’m not fate. I just don’t wanna die before I live. What in that scenario will I have to give? What could you possibly expect my reaction to be? Just breathe. I’d rather be liked than luv’d. Never to be pushed in heated confrontations that tend to do more than shove. Fuck around and find out, it is what it is, and the deception of lies to be the truth until the fading of trust isn’t worth the fuck all that bs expressed. Why defend self from a stranger that can’t seem to get to know the hidden restraints of one’s best? It’s too far from my grasps to be held any further than a naughty encounter to settle the nerve. There’s no comfort on the other side of interests that need to be claimed by the hurt. Pain should be pleasure’s way of releasing pheromones. So toe the line if you must stand in the wide open alone. I don’t play with depths being tampered with. There’s nothing I can do to keep the fire from burning lips into a singed distasteful kiss. Protect yourself for I’m not what you believe you can force me to adapt to. No, I don’t wanna drift in a silhouette put to use. I’ll never be enough to move with your shadow there disappears every night. That type of memory is as irrelevant as yesterday being redefined…

Warm streams…

I wonder of the feel of the tear to fall down my cheek if you were to ever forget the sound of my name. How slow would it descend into the memory were lips have forgotten the flavor of Joe your heart was safe? My wandering mind sits alone with the thought of luv misplacing a worth that resembles me. In the true end of strangers losing their use for a friend set anything but free. Will the drip be as warm as the body compressed into hugs out cover grin the distance in between the chin and the floor? Will the loading of emotions overflow or dry up much sooner than expected due to truths will forever want more? In moments of sobbing in silence, off into a dark room somewhere where not even you can feel the depths emerging to reach for the emptiness of your absence. Leaking with a pain do severe as I’m too be ok with someone else being whom I deserve as a comfort street coming from a life changing sadness. Will it hurt if my vibe became unrecognizable to your ears? My guess is, it would only be for a lil while until I get back to what I’m suppose do to while changing gears. It’s off to think of how our inner makings alter due to circumstantial distortions that only last so long. And even more distorting of how the pleasure can go do wrong. When will it happen? How far off into the future do I have before I’m an afterthought that’s been buried in the back of your mind’s willingness to curt me silly laughing? I await the moment to release me from what is to come. As I reverse attach myself from what you call luv. You’ll leave when I’ve welcome to your desires. As they too will born on the fire. As crying won’t put out the flames. And I’ll purely be the one to take the blame. With my head in my hands attempting to dry my eyes. Just to chuckle that whispers, that’s life. Am I destined to recreate the inevitable thought of losing my place in your dreams? Will reality claim the moisture slowly glittering flowing onto a raging river that meshes it hard to breathe? Am I still elusive when remembering the illusion you say of me? For now is not tomorrow waiting to see the outcome of us blotting in the breeze..:

To speak of the matter…

Who am I to be this way? Entitled and self absorbed, not wanting another to touch my name. Why is it that it’s this version I’ve claimed? Maybe there’s a reason in the way I stare of into the distance with the same ol gaze. Women don’t want a man who doesn’t need them around. And the ones that do like the challenge until their verbal assault can’t change the man they’ve found. So where is the mental illusions leading the erie echo’s that seem to be profound? 90% of the shit in my head makes sense and for that I’m proud. It’s the female agenda that creeps me out as most want to be an equal to men as they alter themselves from the essence of their own beauty. I don’t want to compete. It’s safer to lust from a distance and interact in daydreams. Especially with their over dramatic thoughts forcing emotional mood swings. How did I come to determine luv is a one way street with no signs? Dames make it evident that they’re exercising their independent rights. If it’s not about them then they’re damning a man’s approval as they become irate and wanna ignite. Men have enough conflicts in our lives. We’d just like someone to get along with. A chick that can entertain us as we laugh from the tickle in the ribs. With someone who knows what it takes to to do their part as naturally as breathing to live. Fellas can only confide but never follow the opposing gender bcuz the thought process is distant in our own minds. So, am I wrong for liking the silence that settles the nerves? Bringing self back to self worth. Knowing what it’ll take so self doesn’t hurt. Or will that be too much of me doing me as my smile is witnessed as a smirk? Men hardly speak real shit to a woman due to feelings that need not apply. The concept is an attack due to women can’t stay outta them long enough to enjoy the fundamentals of life. And then it’s exit stage left as men ignore the babbling of femininity that blurs the line. It simply isn’t worth the fight. The comprehension differs like opposites do. The chaos that’ll follow the initiative of reason hasn’t a use. Is this why I’ve withdrawn my sanity and tucked it outta reach so I can move? Maybe I’ve been shown the proof? It’s possible a woman is out for herself as long as a man is cool with her not having accountability. That kills chivalry. Putting caution in a man’s heart that creates limits on accessibility. Men don’t do well with insecurities that hide behind instabilities. Why do I believe women trigger men to see how far they can push him outta himself? So she’ll know where her boundaries aren’t felt. Men don’t need help. We don’t enemies hiding in plain sight just to deal with what’s to be dealt. Am I the arrogant for speaking abroad? Are my words coming across as an irritating sound delivered as false? Do I havta play along? To give control to a woman that doesn’t know what a man is although claim to not cling to a man’s flaws. Bcuz to act like a man she’ll havta take on the characteristics of a man. The same thing she wants to transform into destroys her feminine form needing to mage a stand. Someone make sense of the lunacy of holding a woman’s hand. Bcuz it appears she just wants another fan. Someone to dismiss when she doesn’t get her way. To be the first one to speak so he’ll havta defend his name. All bcuz society caters to the ego of a woman’s madness as she only luv’s for self made fame. To be noticed even if it means being fake. As that starts in the beginning where curiosities linger. With the irrelevance of the version of themselves that resembles a calmer demeanor. Knowing damn well she deserves the finger. If it wasn’t for the sex, men wouldn’t at one lil bit need her. So is t safe to say, pussy is a tool? An act right statement that confirms either it’s accordingly to her way or you can’t play in the pool. Lil does she know that only works on fools. Chumps who give in to a woman’s intuition as they parade like loons. Is it ok to just want to be a man who wants to live in peace? Without the demand to fit a silhouette in need. We can’t wear a profile that isn’t molded to our feet. We can only walk in such way we individually think. Vanity is for women to obsess. Men would rather have the girl next door than a barbie to impress. She’s the loyal kind wanting to please just one man that we’d wanna invest. Men aren’t worried about the contents within a woman’s chest. The flutters change like the wind moving in different directions. And if it gains velocity the storm will create havoc on a man’s intentions. Leaving him in a state of suspension. To hover over himself as if looking in the mirror with so many unresolved questions…

Lingering Dreams…

She looked him in his eyes as he turn away. As she spoke up, wait! Her tone changed. It wasn’t the same as before. Somehow it was sincere as it halted him from walking outta the door. He stopped, hung his head and sighed. It shook three times. She stood patiently trying to find the words. Muttering what she’d practiced so many times in the mirror as worth lurked. But mid sentence silence said it all. She knew there was something in their pause. He wanted to walk away until her genuine whispers spoke. “I’ve taken the some to realize who I am”. He replied, “I’m no longer the same man”. Her eyes teared up as he spun around. “Speak your peace”, he said quietly as he did with making a sound. But he knew something was different. She was a lil more elegant. Without words they were motionless. Yet, still hesitant. Staring in disbelief. Checking the way they breathe. Witness to the truths of life return like a roundabout needing a second chance. As in his mind, was it too late? As there was a longer in her willingness to her being well aware of what she’s come to admit to herself. She knew it was him that completed the itty bitty pieces of her norm craving to be felt. Without words, he looked her up and down in a wandering wonder of, why now?. She, stood in her determination to be seen as a use he couldn’t resist but the luv was the factor that rippled in the depths of hearts that spoke of wows. Triggering memories so fowl in which it was save self no matter what. He remembered that torture of holding the line of what was. She could see it in his eyes as she reached for his hand. Touching his fingers bcuz she understood him as a man. It just took some time to realize she needed to earn her place by his side. He was life. She was a stranger he thought he knew. As he awakened from a nightmare to watch it once again go, poof…

The comfort of your bosoms…

Can I just cry? With you standing in front of me so my tears can sink into your doused shirt. No, I’m supposed to be a fuckin man. My weight isn’t meant for a woman to carry. But damn if the release wouldn’t settle me down. I just need to breathe. To exhale and sigh all in the same breath. And the comfort of your bosoms would be so nice. As my head gravitates into your cores worth. Only if you knew how much it would mean for me to simply relax. Just for a moment to take away the thoughts that never end. Not to cross the lines of the friend zone and I tongue talking about luv. Sometimes a man just needs someone. To connect with as an outside source that doesn’t want too much. But who am I to suggest you allow me to feel you closer than what we are. With no strings attached to falling away from it all. As if you’re going around fixing men’s problems with and extended hug. I’m not weak, I just need a moment to be so I can decompress. To hear someone else’s heartbeat pulsating in their chest. Oh, the soothing affect is what I crave. A subtle, gentleness that allows me close my eyes. Mmmm, I should’ve told you this. But I’ll just keep it to myself…

He’s no longer here…

If you’re looking for who used to roam in this head, just know he’s dead. From all the beds he’s made wet and all the lil things to invest. The pieces you’ve known no longer fit. You’re a stranger to the feel of my lips. I’m a fucked up twist as I found him not giving a shit. It took me and his mimic in the mirror to replace his ribs. Chest held together with the bare knuckles of his fists. He was protecting himself from something that gave him fits. So far outta whack even talking to himself didn’t make much sense. And patience was strangled in a grasp gripped so tight, whatever fucked him over, it wasn’t missed. Hatred was a silent stare where everything past midnight swore never to disturb the gesture upon his facial displayed. That type of pain has been laid to rest. Who resided here long ago has no grounds to stand comfortably within this chest. Peace has risen to the occasion. No more embrasions. Not chips of incompletions. Just the full aspect of deletions. Riding worth of unfortunate decision that plague the mind. As the only thing left is to live life…

The closer you get.

To feel the weakness of temptation when you come as close as you do. Standing in the middle of defenses falling upon the ground to be soothed. To lose control of the will of strength to tell you no. Bcuz self isn’t on point when you turn and go. The overwhelming rush consumes the heart that is determined to play. Passion awakens by the mere glimpse of your charm wanting to stay. As the mind tries to comprehend why a want needs you around. As life is better when I hear you speak your sound. With whispers that cater to the details I possess. Sacred you’ve lingered within to contents of thy chest. So how can I ever be the same if we ever touch? What will become of me if the other side fails at luv? I guess there’s a fear in my desires that craves to open up to you. Without hesitation it sighs as I admit my truths. Emotion isn’t a friend of mine so I refuse to show my intent. But if it were known, would you truly repent? To the secrets that play upon your tongue. As words dance in a verbal awareness unto our bodies that become flush. To last in the nude where a single moment  is yet to ignite a fire. But I don’t wanna burn, I just wanna watch you live before my eyes for to be admired. This captivating trans I’ve fallen into has a firm grip on me. As gentle as your hands can hold mine I come to live in this dream. Quietly committing to the curiosities that turn through my thoughts. As they intensify the closer you come to me trapped in a pause. In awe to how you move in my direction. The walk, the stance, the motion. I can’t help but to zoom in to the depths you hide. Worst case scenario is you pass me by. Maybe giving a lil time until you’re on your way to where you belong. And if it were we’re even brief enough for us to coexist, would that be so wrong? Could it ruin the chances of any other by you getting closer to my kinks. The pleasure I seek is before my eyes as you disrupt the way I breathe. My pulse spikes the closer you come. But what comes after you I know would be numb. A void that might just last a lil too long. So my silence protects this erotic fantasy from ever becoming our song. So I don’t hurt you and you don’t end me. Although I’ve seen what we could be. The beauty of the images that flow in daydreams eases worth into visions never to partake in realities presence. Bcuz someone like you is a different type of essence. A comfort not yet known. A purpose to a structure to become a home. It’s the closer you get that is the further I wanna go. To see how far we get until we reach the unknown. Turning hopes into uses that have more meaning than pet names spoken out loud. Just don’t come any closer if I’m not what you’re going to allow…

Bouncing off the bottom…

When the bottom comes to claim the sanity from thy face. As it reaches up from the gut to grab ahold of the hearts capabilities that begin to fade. The hollow will open the priceless possibilities awaiting to redefine self. As time on the downside of reversing the pain must be equivalent to the pain touched by betrayals help. It’s a twisted friction that coexists to better the chances of growth. It’s like stirring up a potion of poison to kill off who one used to be before the end moans. When the trenches commit to the battles within that correct who’s the enemy. The mirror eventually recognizes one’s true identity. From the sluggish swamp deep in the barrel of no man’s land. To the point of peeling back the masks of illusion caught up in the mind’s white sands. When the hands of change heal desires to live. There’s a difference in the way of what one has to give. In the inner dwellings that swirl through emotions that come to relate to what into takes to be happy for once. As it’s self that matters, that surfaces from what life once was…

Mindful…

Let’s not stand in silence with desperation upon our tongues. It’s not an attractive feature just to be luv’d. We deserve a more stable touch that feels its way along our use. Not to pamper our long lost stance of willing to do anything to partake in being moved. There’s a content that’ll settle the nerves and then there’s passion that just might hurt. So having the heart waiting on the sleeve for a stranger to steal isn’t meant to last. We’ve gotta be mindful of how to create a more memorable past. Not to just loosen up to the first thing available to vulnerability demanding to feel alive. It’s in the design of what we’ve adapted to of dos and do nots that determine a meaningful life. So let’s not fall for the emptiness wanting to be filled to rid self from the lonely nights. It’ll only come to be the seek of the hype. Leaving unclaimed sensations to fully absorb a norm willing to stick around. All bcuz we rushed into the here and now. It’s ok to have patience to watch what there is to come about with a soon to be friend. Otherwise, this is our end…

What gets us off…

Can you get off on getting me off? Do I trigger you to release yourself in my moment of awe? Do you realize if your natural intent was to please me was to intensify your own organisms, I’d fall further into you than I could possibly imagine? It be truly worth the interest put into a visual display that shows your inner origins. From how deeply rooted the touch of me crawls beneath your flesh. As you crave to please until you lay your head upon my chest. Do you wanna hear my heart race from what you do to me? Is it a necessity to your own crave that I’m not a flat line to the way your hormones leak? Am I that lingering desire that completes the details of yourself? Do you feel the presence of the sensation the nearer you come to being felt? Actions tell all. Motion moves the mind to trickle down into content that flickers upon the walls. Who am I to you? Where do I fit in to your deepest kinks needing to be put to use? Whether I’m in your mouth, penetrating your treasure or flush with the foreplay. How is it you say my name. From the hrz that vibe from your throat. To the caressing of the texture of thy tongue that tells me you don’t want to be left alone. Does my fingertips flowing across your skin melt you whole? These are things that will unlock my depths that are witness to the submissive intent you enjoy as you’d be worth more than gold. Show and tell of your true nature and you’ll set me free. Bcuz of I’m not what ignites the beauty of your core, we shouldn’t be. It’s a likewise situation of I get off getting you off bcuz I can’t help myself. It’s the connection of the in between our energies that won’t rebel. Is it I, the fantasy you seek? Bcuz that’s what you are to me. A dream in the flesh. A taste savored so fresh. A first of everything no matter how long we’ve gained access to sacred truths. I ask bcuz my fix is you…

I can’t be honest…

I can’t. Can’t sayi want to. Can’t day I don’t. I just can’t going me to scribe else. But that shit even to me isn’t felt. Are my emotions tweaking? I can’t find anything left to give. I just can’t. I can’t reason with ever wanting to live again. I, I’m, I um. I can’t create a desire in my heart. I can’t. Lot. I cave descend again. I can’t drum. I can’t feel. I can’t. I can’t believe I’ve come to this. I lost the thrill, I can’t find it. I can’t force it. I can’t breathe when someone’s up on e. I can’t accept it as a bonfire. I can’t listen to others exits their version of luv. I can’t bet that fat you get it out. I can’t admit I wanna mean something to someone. I can’t tender the safe code to our. I’m locked out. I can’t stop me. I can’t halt the disbelief of words they sound like an arsenal of betrayal spat into my ear. I can’t come from within the numbing tractor of ego I am. I can’t. O just, can’t. I like me like this. I can’t tell it no other way. I can’t be any other way. I can’t, I can’t try to. I can’t want to. I can’t need active elder. I can’t bcuz, I have my. I can’t due to, deaths ruin friendships. I can’t see hating another friend. I can’t allow that. I can’t do it to them. I can’t get past the I figure someone out stage. I simply can’t. I can’t crave them. I can’t save them from themselves. I can’t be so they want me to be. I can’t. At subs point I realized I can’t. I can’t fulfill someone else’s selfishness of luv. I can’t box I don’t have that kinda control. I can’t therefore I can’t, I can’t pretend I can. I can’t hero others from switching up. I can’t make others happy. I can’t be broken bcuz I make sense to me. I can’t seen to fit a role in people’s minds. I can’t see Joe they see me. I can’t see them just being them, I can’t fathom the idea of forever after. I can’t go skiing with fairytales, I can’t subject myself to watching luv live. I cave task again. I can’t display that kings weakness. I can’t soften the blue. I can’t argue my point. I can’t enjoy the back and forth tug of war over the heart. I can’t stomach the feel of lib hate luv. I can’t taste a name, I can’t collide in space. I can’t determine if intentions are good. I just can’t. It’s just the truth. I can’t over and cuddle up. I can’t rely on feelings that change, I can’t be the bad guy anymore. I can’t feed ego’s bcuz they get outta hand. I can’t hold hands. I can’t give up on me. I can’t follow a woman’s lead. I can’t become a woman’s excuse fit her not to take accountability. I can’t accept instabilities. I can’t cater to insecurities. I can’t be witness to my own demise. I can’t exclude my in mindset. I can’t redefine me again. I can’t come outta character. I can’t play a character. I c a n apostrophe t. I can’t bcuz I’m not capable of down playing me masculinity. I can’t act like a woman’s version of what they demand. I can’t live in restraints. I can’t be snugging less that cat I am. I can’t parade around as if a happy home only exists if a woman is. I can’t see a woman eye to eye,,I can’t be their equal. I can’t listen up to be belittled. I can’t falsely advertise myself. I can’t be anything more than a man. I can’t be someone meal ticket. I can’t hide what I can’t do. If I say I can’t, I can’t. I can’t luv you. I can’t let shit slide. I can’t bcuz it disturbs my life. I can’t luv you if I’ve tried. I can’t luv you if I try. I can’t luv. Can’t isn’t a refusal, it’s a realization that strikes nerve. I can’t be what women wrap their worth around. I can’t handle the flattery. It’s too short lived. I can’t be consumed. I can’t be abused. I can’t depend on hope. I can’t resist what I can’t spin the revolving doors that gives access to the contents to my chest. I can’t reincarnate immature impulses that flatline in time. I can’t. Eyes can’t cry. I can’t trust tongues that moves like snakes. I can’t relate. I can’t dig up a fate that’ll leave smiles for the venom to escape…

Belonging…

Never to be born with a broken heart for she is my sigh. No welds needed to hold in the feelings rendered from life to life. I’ve fallen every damn time I’ve come close to her. In many different versions, the heart’s found a worth. And even it comes to her, when she good first I die before life ends. Waiting on the next reincarnation to have at her as a friend. The cycle of us has lasted centuries with the same result. Watching her from a distance bcuz I know the beat of her pulse. I hear it my whole life long. It draws me in bcuz she’s the melody to my song. And we only have moments within each time frame to express ourselves. Bcuz we eventually luv so hard it’s too strong to be felt. The level of emotion consumes the mind. That’s when we step back from what we consider mine. It’s a forever process as we luv we’r edged we’re reignited. Then she’ll do her thing as I wonder what her next disguise is. We get off on the fact that we’re birthed again and again for one more chance to be eternal. But we find too much the fun in playing here longer than what others consider familiar. We enjoy the commitment bcuz even in death we’ll wait to come back. We’re always living in the same eras so we don’t get left in the past. Able to locate us no matter where we pop out. We like it here so why not play a game to be found? As sometimes we get some good long years in. Other times bad timing tugs in the grin. For there’s only one rule that applies so we can live. No cheating others outta their dreams to be missed. Some lives we must have patience to hold each other oh so tight. And those ones are ones are rewarding as we grind. As every now and again we skip a session. But no one feels the way we do when we’re open up our expressions. So it’s us no matter which life we’re in. She’s my best friend. Sometimes she hates with a passion and I don’t know why. Most of the time it’s the seeing each other out so wet can enjoy life. Thing is, we never know when and where we’ll gravitate back to each other. As it’s inevitable as we lay as luv’rs. Thinking about all the times we’ve come and gone. It if will ever, from this place, move on. Ah wet know is this will never end. I’m her best friend…

To write for a bit…

Sitting down to write for a bit. Knowing Damn well no one can hear the words come from my lips. So thoughts coming to the occasion to relate. As the readers cannot see the expressions on my face. Nor pinpoint the tone of written pieces of comprehension actually flow. Assumptions refuse to realize topics aren’t personalized configurations of letters exposed. There are many things to be said without sound. The tongue is free as rhymes and phrases aren’t chewed like chow. So the creation of precision can live as is. And I’m still just one individual revealing life’s lil gift. In the mingling of situation jotted down to display the secrets wrt keep safe. Detailed in all the different ways to help others escape. I cope with each line that finds their way out into the open. I’m not afraid to finger what could become of a scenario that’s been chosen. I Judy need to be left alone to articulate a version to be read. I’d amazing what can come of the rearrangements of the alphabet. Only if others knew that very few are posts of my depths. My weakness is, I don’t recreate the contents buried deep beneath my chest. Those hidden gems aren’t for everyone to dismantle add they see fit. As I sit and write for a bit…

Home…

 Could it be we’ve been indoctrinated into believing home is a structure that stores all the things we can buy? Is it possible to thinking the mind to know it itself is the center of the universe from self’s perspective as it is always home? Is it comprehensible to think no matter where self travels off to it’s just another comfort yet to be familiar and become a stage of a sense of home? At least for a lil while. For a moment, long enough to find where comfort feels just right. So the mental sigh isn’t lost. Can it be we live in a false reality as we’re born in a trap? Is this why happiness feels like it’s a drift in the wind? What if flowing with the breeze is home. No matter where for anywhere is a good place to enjoy for a lil bit…

In between…

Help my mind ease on up. Slow the thoughts down just enough. All I want is to hear your voice in my head. I’m listening, but it’s too loud as if your words go unsaid. I need to rest and you’d make the soothe so fuckin comfortably nice. Just to lay in silence with your whispers and spend a lil time. Lil ol you. I could use. I wouldn’t need to move. Cut me loose. I don’t wanna be mentally incapable of such a beautiful thing. There’s more to life than dreams. Settle all the confusion of relations I shield myself from. I’m done with feeling numb. I’m lost in between the space claiming the depths hidden from ear to ear. As the sound from the outside I honestly fear. But your voice is pleasant to me. I wanna be free. I crave the moment I’m touched by your fingertips and you sink in. Allowing me to breathe again. Forcing the scars I’ve encountered to lay flush. Flow through me with your rush. Open me up and sort out my comprehension of what a woman is. I wanna live. And I feel like I’m off a bit bcuz I’m just one man. But damn how I would luv to understand a woman’s stance. To find a balance in the making to whenever and wherever creates the evidence to drift from my mindset that enclaves me. I’m not begging, but please. Be different in ways you make sense. With this, my heart won’t be afraid and tense. Just speak softly as I fall to sleep in between your thighs. Just don’t lie. A friend would be sweet to sneak in and rearrange a few details that I have gotten wrong. But shh, don’t tell the walls. Let it just be you and I until the sun comes back around. In the now. As heartbeats synchronize. As clarity attempts to spin counter clockwise. To creep with the night that doesn’t want anything in return. Give a lil worth. I’m in between me and crossing over to you. I’m calling for a truce. I can’t keep on fighting myself to be happy. It’s maddening…

Someone’s…

Someone’s crying. Someone’s in pain. Someone is sinking. Someone just needs a friend. Out there somewhere tonight, tears fall. Endless hurt had control. Someone emptiness had been filled by the void. Someone just needs someone to hold. Alone and coming undone. In their silent torture they as others break down. Lost in their own world. Betrayed on a level of disbelief they weep unbearable sounds. Out there going through the cycle of people, pressures and circles. Someone folds another hand dealt. Moving a bit slower to gather thoughts. Someone’s gaining themself. Someone at the beginning of the end. Keeping them from any further agony of continuing going on fumes. Their heart is taking a blow. It hurts but there’s a resurrection of use. As ugly as it is there’s a beauty in the making. Someone’s hanging on. Another just let go. Some are confused just wanting more. Someone’s at ease. Someone’s sitting in the dark where they make sense. Someone’s been taken for granted. Someone, hidden away, it teetering the fence. Some fell. Some are dangling by fingertips. All are descending under conditions that are as tense as tongues can tell. In their moment alone they call out to the night. Restless and over the bs. Someone’s hasta accept the terms in which they face. Someone’s forgotten how to live…

It’s a thing…

I try. It’s thy heart that refuses to adapt. Honesty at best. I can’t feel much as my wuss retract. From the progression to the valve’s unwillingness to pulsate to another’s presence. There’s a limited amount of emotional interactions I can reciprocate as it makes things tense. I mean well but I’m a man that just wants to precipitate the only way I know how to. I try, it’s just I don’t operate by someone else’s fingertips attempting to get me to move. No strings attached isn’t a sexual thing to me, I can’t be a puppet to anyone’s dreams. Bcuz here in reality there’s a version of me I’d havta ignore to perform. Away from me is a thing to find an another luv’r. Never to return once they’ve fallen into pleasing others. The final result is they wouldn’t want the real me that didn’t contribute to their selfish gains of luv that smothers. I try. I give things time. I’m pure in my intent. My use just doesn’t come from my chest. The tenderness I possess is accordingly throughout a day. There’s moments to show what matters in a physical sense without the possibility of being tamed. Why can’t a man be what he is to be felt?  Who says a woman knows how a man’s supposed to conduct himself? But if one hasta try, is it natural? So what am I to be, external or internal? Sensitively, I can merely competent it from a masculine perspective. The over emotional tendencies to kid and visit isn’t a comfort detected. I’m a safe place right there glitter sprinkled into my mind. Just one man trying to live my life…

Damaged…

It’s too late to luv her once she settles into the pain. No matter what she does, excepting will be based on a prior altercation that’s driven her insane. There’s no helping the mindset that’s captured her free will to spite gains to perform. Hey only wish it to save self in the saddened music that touches certain chords. She ain’t dead but she’s not far from killing a man’s true intent. Just watching her live within a frustrated structure created by a past forces her to vent. She tried but is incapable of denying a moment to unwind. She’ll always wind back up in the confines of her own mind. There’s just no Trevor worth changing who she’s become. Carrying the toxicity yet, claiming she’s gotten over the trauma. She’ll lie to avoid the drama. As she’s damn near deliriously delusional bcuz she believes no one notices her rants. Her irritability has excuses to why she says she needs to protect her stance. But it’s the wall she stands behind that shelters her to fight treason to outbursts. When she feels attacked her is fails to shine through the bs in which mashed it worse. She can’t fit in and don’t desire to every do so. Although she can’t withstand get on tights when left alone. In her words she’s beautifully broken into bits and pieces so there’s more of her. But it only lowers her self worth. Knowing she was meant to do more than cause a scene. As everyone around her witness the same things. She’s someone the remains of defense as she’s offended quite often. Through time she’s been hardened. With many ways her natural ways are retracted quick. As the wonder exists, is it her true self that is missed?

The fad…

You’ll realize what you some have. All the lil things that create the perfect picture. The best case scenario. The, missing pieces that will turn you into a bitcher. You’ll over look the details of what it is I have to offer. My own comforts. My willingness that goes unnoticed. Bcuz there’s no pleasing a woman who’s undercover. You’ll come to teens with the nit picking as a way to expressing your unsatisfying leisure. Your unmet emotions. Your confusion you create in your own mind. All due to never enough is always the deciding devotion. You’ll want me to love you as if I’m a woman. As if my masculinity isn’t worth it sensitivities. As you forget I’m only but one man. Taking away from my capacities. You’ll ventilate many things before you actually leave. Before you rid me of your life. Prior to finding another you pick apart. Unknowingly you have a systematic defect in your mind. You’ll disagree just pay the hype of settling in. Induce conflict with the way I think. Then label me as a Stefan’s know it all. Just to hide the fact about who you are, bcuz you lied. You’ll get close and cuddly. Feed into having a man who’s different in so many ways. As you slowly emerge from within as a pretender. A friend that can’t seem to comprehend why I wear a smile on my face. You’ll fail to absorb my worth at your mercy. My level headed mindset used as pure thought. As I’ll be the wall you cannot get over to your ego is fed. And when it’s not, life evolves into an unstable irritation as compassion displays its flaws. You’ll be pleasant up until the day you believe you know who it is I am. Then question my judgments and decision. Bcuz they do not align with your own entirely driven needs and wants. That’s when we have an intermission. You’ll be self entitled and hard to talk to. Possibly halting sexual interaction as a tool to punish me. Even transform into an irrational disturbance from a luv’r who emotions being touched. Provoking me to hunt in or be mean. You’ll talk with a harshness upon your tongue. Second guess what it is you do have. Demanding what you don’t. I’m must another fad…

Stillness…

From the stagnant, quiet place in my heart. There’s words unwritten bcuz they cannot align into luv as an art. The silence of the pulse indicates there’s a dormant motionless feel that lingers. As the flesh is the only thing that can enjoy the touch of fingers. Alone is emotion settled into the chest as there isn’t even a flutter to ignore passing twists. The next best thing it to just live and as hope refuses to invest. It’s an error being being almost dead inside. Walking around zombiefied. Smiling, but without the excitement that doesn’t drift with the wind. S humor is the defense ripping loose from the rind. Dam near chuckling to exist so that life isn’t a waste. And it’s strange to feel anything upon the faces. Empty is a misplaced of worth hiding in the dark. Unable to luv through expressions as the physical form is so hard. eBay will it take to vine back from to the light? What reason would register for desire to escape the line? There’s not even a draft that brings a whiff of curiosity with the breeze. Or, it could be, me…

One syllable at a time…

One, two, three little letters filling the spaces in between words. Like voices whispering to fit in to sentences just wanting be heard. Playing a game of opening up. From the good to bad, to simplify us. Witnessed on the teeter of the sensitivities of mental stability. Hiding nothing from the awareness of insecurities. Pushing self outward through the cracks so self can be seen. With the if and or to relate in a confessional piece. Conversation loosens to the flow of? Me, you, contemplating lust. To comprehend how thoughts interact. Gathering the gestures of awkwardness lingering in the left over fragments from a past. Attempting to find what interests align with who are. As honesty turns on the charm. I’d in the details of how tons come together to make sense. So the mind doesn’t havta shield the heart from all the fake suspense. In the arrangement of the alphabet in its simplest form. One syllable sounds create a harmony worth the chords. Like a heartbeat that allows life to move. Listening to talk with precession is the glue. Never to confuse a like minded friend willing to grant someone access to who they have become. On the beginning it’s the sound of lessons slidting down the tongue. Eating the bodies language confirm what to be said. Spoken in a tone that’ll live in the head. With a handful of fillers like, yes, I’m, in, the, now. Engaging in eyes connecting like, wow…

Progression…

I went to far. Damn near didn’t come back. The bottom of the heart was such an empty place that drove me mad. Emotions ran wild. Character created a character I didn’t know. All along I wore a smile but it itself didn’t feel like home. Deep into the abstraction of depths I broke. Sobering snapped in my head. I chuckled like a loon once I lost hope. And at times I felt I was better off dead. In such a twisted mental instability I recognized myself in a transformation into, through and away, to the getting to the real me. Returning as a friend to the mirror I finally comprehended my stare. My stave off life became crystal clear in a moment where I no longer had to dream. Leading the memories of fate to rot without a care. Looking back, the lives had me under a spell. Although I’ve learned of critical gestures that’s touched my face. As poisonous lips trained y skim as I fall. Numb was the expression loosening my intent to play. Golden bridges melted, luv’rs helped me head from going under. Keeping y eyes above the surface to look them in the eyes. Giving them t physical weight the inner makings that they hungered. But I never lied. The motionless stir spice been so much more. As I was caught up in a web I my own decisions that went idk which way. I was unfucking myself with fingertips that soothed the monster to the core. Silently creasing to break through the wall in between me and the outside world so u could rise from the grave. Living in true form was always the use case. Lying to stuff just wasn’t a thought in the mind. So I drifted scary time as the confetti faded head lasting safe. As it was to float on downstream so it didn’t affect others enjoying the hype. Finding what I lost along the way took shovels and years to dig up. Realizing life is a lonely walk seen people con’s abs go. Selfishly truths emerge to teach a lesson for u just want ready for luv. As I recollect the pitch of every moan and groan. I echoed within as talking to self was unpleasant to partake in. The honesty I couldn’t hide from turned me into a foe with a fowl tongue. Whispering the scrambled up version of me to the night’s grip. In the dark is where I came too, is suffered I became more than a lust. Forced to face the reason of worth. After dying while still being alive. I’m better now that I’ve concurred the one. I hit the ground and bounced and found a lil sense even though it hurt. I’m demented to those who failed to think for themselves. A lil too much for others who go with the flow. I note what triggers the ugly that no longer needs help. Her I am, I’ve grown. Evolved by allowing myself to adapt like a pro. To reconstruct thy will on display in true form. Without strings to move extremities the way the heart tends to do. I’m me again, and, I’m my norm. I choose to resume…

At last…

Don’t be so gentle when you get to carving your name in my back. This is my last rendezvous as ok help me place you with so the others in my past. So sign you man’s frost than the rest. Do like you mean it as the blade carved its way through to my chest. I weans see your true intent come from within as it bleeds me dry. For the ounce of luv I have left to give to this world will end in a sigh. Have at me and make it worth every layer you penetrate beneath. Open me up and find eBay you’ve given me to be retrieved. Take it from me as I’ll willingly find you every single drop. But please, don’t stop. I weans feel you cut into me like no other had off yet. Make it a pretty calligraphy and rub in some ink. Leave me tainted and wounded and left for dead so even I would never miss me. Hurt me being reasonable comprehension so you can live happily ever after knowing you got the last laugh. To the point where I’m ruined, picking the scabs. Oh, the torture of pleasure in the way I’ll scream one last time. Prior to hanging no output emotionally due to the hope removed from my cries. Enjoy the thrill of my endless agony as you walk away. So the smile that emerges you can’t wipe from your face. I’m willing and able to victimize mussels for the sake of luv. At last, my autopsy will show I’m as hollow as a shadow no one can hug. End me. Fulfill your daydreams. When the hate fills your beating heart. I waves be your canvas, your work of art. Cut the scars I have to add to the effect. Give me you best. The display embedded into your mind will give much comfort to your well rested nights. Just remember to hide the knife… 

One lie…

They have a great life. Years has shown the dedication to living with just one more. They’ve lived and been many places to end up face to face. With a supporting cast that luv’s them so. They stand motionless with their secret being known. It’s undeniable in the eyes that can’t shy away. They stand still with a burst of emotions that somehow never escaped. Unable to hear their names spoken by others trying to get their attention. They’re mesmerized by the truth that ignited passion. In the middle of everyone present, they’re on display. Lost in a moment that’s yet to be tamed. Friends and family look on. Realizing the situation is outta the norm. They’re damn near paralyzed as they haven’t even thought that they can’t seem to move. As it’s obvious neither of them could ever come to a truce. For so long they’ve just went with the flow. And at times felt so alone. As to turn and witness a stranger awakening the sacred chambers of the heart. To be shell shocked by the look gazing back without one blaring alarm. They cannot hide the excitement that came to a halt. As a single tear leaks from her right eye in a speechless pause. There’s always been a use that’s captured truth’s intent. For so long it’s been held below the surface of the chest. Not just through the good times but in the devotion of pain. Even when the going without luv was a thing. And resurfacing with another to be retrieved. He slowly wipes her cheek with his thumb. Knowing what will forever be, is luv. As they’ve grown on their own to be a better version of self. Jaws drop when a kiss is felt. Melting the happiness from the unexpected surprise with expressions. The vibe becomes an awe with the whispering chatter they’ve tuned out. Not one sound can penetrate the rekindling of wow. There was only one lie ever told. Telling everyone else of the false coordinates of a place called home…

Curious…

And, if I gave a fuck about what you think. What is it you see in me? If I was to entertain what you believe, who would I be? Trapped in your head is a version of me that’s walking through your immunity. But, here I am in reality. Asking you, “who am I to your tongue”? From your chest to your mouth, let the words of the heart be sung. In the more of knowing by telling it like it is. How is it we coexist. Is there more you want from me trying to find my way? Or am I an afterthought that never reaches your claim? Let’s say, I’m interested in your perception of me. Will you open your mind to tell me things? Do tell. It’s just us here, no one else. If I wasn’t pretending to care. Could you dare? How is it you envision me in your thoughts? If I was to be curious to hear your words reach more than the walls. What depiction of myself lingers in your head that I do not know of? If I was waiting on you to seize the opportunity to speak on hate, like, luv or lusts. Am I considered to be at least one? Or am I to sit in a ponder of, huh? If I was to put you on the spot to possibly awaken an interest. And again, you’re not someone I’d choose to dismiss. If I made you feel like your opinion mattered for a moment in time. So we can acknowledge if anyone else comes into our lives. And, if I were to listen to what you volunteer to say. What would it sound like if you said my name? In its true form, released from your lips. Do I help your smile or do I leave you pissed? For once in my life, if I were to be intrigued. What an I to thee?

Reason…

I may not be who you wanted but here I am in the flesh. I can crawl up under your scars and find comfort in the texture nonetheless. I too have made in through the untamed torture that reinvented me. Without the mask that hides facial expressions, I’ve come to find a need. I don’t wanna die within your sweet spot if it all comes to an end. I just wanna change your perception of me as fingers grip the grasp as they bend. Blending into the connection of eyes staring down a stranger wanting to be known. And even know it ain’t the reason, it’s better than being alone. In your transition from old to new as life doesn’t seem to stop. We ain’t getting no younger, so why not? Use our wounds as pillows to rest for a bit. In silence or listening to the chatter flowing from the lips. I’m no one to you, this I can recognize as a snag. The gamble to allow someone to get close is a drawn out drag. But if I could just touch you once as you feel me near. Sinking in to the depths of the otherwise where we shake the symptoms of fear. Coming from the blemishes carved into our skin to revive the heart beneath. Creating a calm after the rush of dreams becoming a reality. It’ll take some time if it’s given to lead the way. From every dusk that lingers into a dawn to reshape the smile that’s absent from the face. Damaged is only an arrogance to remain on our own. If you open up so I can lay within you and wrap myself with your luv. I’m not asking much. Just a chance to show me to you so you can decide what to do with the lust, crush, trust, rush or bodies laying flush. Just take a look and pause, studying my own metaphorical lesions. Transparent to sight as you look for a reason…

Melophilia…

Without words, she can wrap herself up in me so comfortably. I’m the music that touches her pulse. Her luv’s unconditional calm. With clefs upon my skin as if braille to be read. She feels me deep in her own tender hearted chest. I’m the note her voice speaks as she calls my name. As she’s may composer with every accent representing my heartbeat that’s untamed. Her hands orchestrate my free will with perfection. Without restraint she has my full cooperation. I’m a blank sheet of paper that she’s created a masterpiece upon. The articulation in her precision writes a musical story that can only be felt by the interaction as if her fingers were wands. Ascending and descending on the scales with ease. Breathes become the tempo in which she moves lyrically. Adagio, into the coda that releases her from within. Like the subtle originality of a cadence playing in the wind. I am her natural accidental that creates flutters in her rhythmic values. I’m her accompaniment of the melody she possesses. The orchestra written without a sound in which she obsesses. For she can hear me by merely skimming through my intuitions. My pages are exposed to her naked sight that sets me free for she’s the musician. I’m the musical notation, the sheet music that’s her verbal animation. Luv’s ammunition. She’s my technician. With every beat she feels my presence. Listening to every chord on every bar’s essence. Even if I were muted she knows where my aria sings. From a cadenza to a masterpiece. I’m her symphony she can dance to. She’s the harmony as her whispers are the chorus precisely tuned. Euphonious. Ever so precious. Together we’re a ballad of instrumental bliss and vocal composition. We’re that noise always playing in the background of our minds. As we hum along with the absence of time. Swaying to the vibe that lingers in the way of us. Rhyming with an instrumental we’re conscious…

Accountability…

Were they Happy? Those that can’t before me. Are you accountable for the actions you’ve taken against them? Why are you so backed free? In their eyes, were they worth your time? Given the same effort they had patience enough with you in mind. Their emotions matter in moments where you broke down? Or even at the top of luv as the flutters linger. Who pointed the finger? Was it you that failed to partake in relations bcuz of selfish entitlements. Indulged within your own. Engulfed in your unhinging protecting yourself bcuz I’d better to be alone. How was any of your exes mental stability while sharing their life with you? Not on who they were but on what you’re capable of to show truths. To give a use so they or even just one of them would feel safe. When did it turn to hate. As the frustration lingered into focus for someone to take the blame. Will I be treated the same? Patterns don’t lie. So, does your intent crawl silently beneath the surface like a savage gagging on the hype? Who are you when you’re tangled up inside yourself? Can anyone else be felt? Are you looking to prey on me in due time. To be the victim of your own sighs. Accountability is the topic here today. Bcuz I wonder of the future and how you’ll say my name…

She…

She, just wants to make it make sense. Why are we always naked in the face of sex. In her head I’m everything she needs. It seems she gets more pleasure when she’s on her knees. She, plays with the visual in her thoughts that refuse to stop. Quietly lurking with such a distasteful crave as she takes too. She, likes to be watched and desires her some me. But I’m locked away behind my eyes as she fucks me in her daydreams. She’s always wet when I cross her mind. Forcing the pulse in her chest to catch up to mine. She, knows I wanna treat her like a bad girl and taste her after she’s came. As she tells me, she likes horses, when she rides my face. Although these are just images running through her head. Sweet nibbles getting their fix in her lovely bed. She, is an untamed perversion just wanting to be touched. With my hand on her throat as her kitty gets stuffed. She’s a good girl gone bad and luv’s how I make her feel. And we’ve never even landed flush as of yet as I know her fantasies are real. She, needs a big fella with a kink that won’t quit. And she’s zoned in on me sucking on her clit. As naughty as hormones enjoy the satisfaction of being devoured. She, wants to be put to use as the night collects the moonlit hours. Deep within her there’s a fetish within her that’s chosen me. A playful lil incurable need that begs me to makes it hard for her to breathe. She, wants to be in and outta conscience as the beast in me savagely pleases her like a demented whore. There’s just nothing more erotic she wants than what pulsates from her core. Creating a throbbing down in between her legs and craves my help . She, defies traditional orgasms bcuz they’re too shallow to be truly felt. She’s nasty asf. Willing to do whatever it is I want. She, awaits for me to speak of her ownership dripping from my lips. She’s decided to be tied up and bent over as the perfection in such she’s determined to live. Flaunting her body in creative maneuverings to excite my attention. As she whispers hope she thinks about me fuckin her in both dimensions. From her curiosities to reality, her scope has me targeted. She can feel her tongue on my flesh as I’ve already been harvested. It’s just a matter of time until she’s done pretending we’re chained to the back of her mind. Even though I myself like it when her walls have been climbed. She grows her own insanity just so her juices begin to flow. She, can’t be left alone. That’s when she comes undone. Submitting to me mentally, the girl just wants to be taken and fucked. To bow down with her mouth open in a sinister way. She, gets off from the pain. From the girth stretching her out. She, whimpers unbelievable sounds. A true piece of work that’s been perfected to satisfaction. She, caters to the attraction. To the firmness of my grasp. She, just wants the feeling to last. With her fingertips feeling their way around under her panties. She, cums to the illusion of us, I believe she understands me. Coming out to mingle is her twist with her nipples exposed. Listening to the walls echo with the moans. Just to hear herself rip loose. Escaping self respect that provokes the simulation of the mood. She, claims I’m her free time. Her down time when she’s redefined. When she’s allowed to masterbate when no one’s looking. She obsesses of the warmth of my cock unloading that cream filled pudding. Her secret is to wear me. Her fetish insists on being my freak. She, knows she’s beautiful exactly the way she is. Bared in the nude until she’s excused. Tamed. As that waltz she has walks away…

Raining tears…

Rain isn’t nothing but tears gathered to fall from above. Do we can see our reflections looking back up. As we step on them that causes a ripple effect. The rain fell from someone’s eye as a release of luv’s affect. The rain is the cleansing e we play in as a child. Somehow we’ve forgotten to remember live in a more simpler system of mind. But when the rain comes down we all feel the comfort of its cool ease. Slowing time to sit back and breathe. The rain has a smell that can take us back to our childhoods. To a place where safe meant we were wild but good. Once upon a time ago we seen the good no matter the weather. At given moment was forever. We tasted the rain with our mouths open with the passing of years. The same way we will always know the flavor of our tears. Rain washes everything away. Tears release the pain. They’re one the same as we’re just trying to live. So with the breeze know, there’s a sigh of relief. With the thunder, there’s a heartbeat with a greater need. S as the lightning is the life of the storm. Our own currents will revive us to a better norm. The rain brings the balance as for when we cry, we teeter until we’re ok. Nonetheless, we’ll reason with both as they correct the expressions in our face.

The main event…

It all leads I to the main event. After the butterflies due and sighs tend to vent. On the other side get luv forgets who’s a friend. There’s the beginning of a new era just past the inevitable end. It’ll all transform from strangers to luv’rs getting to know the details in one surfer’s design. But it’s in the mind safer emotions will do the time. Ignited by the thought of what used to be. Ignored so the feeling doesn’t remember the dream. Up at the top of the peak, there’s only one way down. As a direct version of self is the only one left to be found. From the joy of luv a darker place rises from the smoke. For every fire lit creates the ashes said to be a joke. Tongues don’t care beyond the fading of a kiss the bittersweet taste is difficult to wipe from the lips. Bcuz in the best of passion they a fear lingering with the thrill. And once it’s provoked words wanna kill. Telling tales from a one sided story that makes no sense. One hasta be aware of the chaos that’ll one day set in. Hasty moments can ruin the creation of a good life. If the heart insists on overriding the mind. Someone will forget what matters in the caterpillar stage. As those unfamiliar facial expressions change the truth on the face. Body language just won’t wanna be touched. As there’s no use in the luv making or even to be fucked. Bcuz the fuckery is mental with thoughts that drift with actions that cannot hide. Eventually turning away from the rains of why. Resorting back to a prior, more sensible sigh.  Losing of in the carelessness of self awareness we’ll loosen the tears that will fall. Meaning something to someone else will stall. All in all, It’s in the character not played but the one that stands within stability that’ll prevent foes from ever adapting to the hate. Allowing the flow to be the glue of emotions so two people can evolve together in their own weird way. The main event is determined by the choice of who is who. The only way to know is to live life in through. It’ll break a fainted heart quick if it thinks it has control. As pieces of the mind slowly begging to implode. One just haste be alert without crowding free will for the present to become a memorable past. Otherwise it’ll nothing but a passerby that’s one at a time leaving so fast. With short lived encounters that take up too much space in the head. Creating a monster living in disbelief that needs out to rest…

Back then ain’t now…

From the itty bitty titties to the busty comforts squeeze. I’ve been there. From the 5’2 to 5’8, I’ve been there. There were blondes and brunettes and even two at once. I’ve been there. From the changing of luv’rs to the cheating whore that I’ve been. I’ve been there. As two sisters was nice and even better together. I’ve been there. From the highs of luv to the lows of lusts, I’ve been there. Honesty never sounded so good one a lie slipped from the lips. I’ve been there. From the start of the first one to losing count. I’ve been there. From the favs to the I can’t revenge no more, one been there. As the fresh feeling faded into the idc that settled in. I’ve been there. I’ve been everything to done and not enough for others, I’ve been there. And I fucked then my way as yes, I’ve been there. Sweet kisses to you absent faces that became ancient, I’ve been there. From 24 years older to 16 years younger, I’ve been there. And it didn’t matter if they were petite to curvy asf, I’ve been there. From the working type to the addicts that couldn’t keep it together, I’ve been there. I went from start to finish but I was always straight up. I’ve been there. From going all in to no I don’t wanna fuck. I’ve been there. I’ve been confused and I’ve been precise, I’ve been there. I’ve been missed and I’ve missed a few that were in between. I’ve been there. I had my own flaws and I’ve made corrections, I’ve been there. From good convos to just shit up and suck, I’ve been there. I’ve had submissives and never gave chase to the hard to gets, I’ve been there. I’ve had patience and I’ve walked away, I’ve been there. There were very few I regret leaving as circumstances weren’t right, I’ve been there. I’m going home come morning was just the same as living side by side. I’ve been there. I’ve given in to the softer side and realized it wasn’t for me, I’ve been there. I’ve married and divorced and never again, I’ve been there. I’ve rushed things and I’ve taken my time to allow things to evolve naturally, I’ve been there. I’ve laughed, I’ve cried. I’ve never there. I’ve never been for just anyone, but more than I’ve realized. I’ve been there. I’ve had character and I’ve can’t outta character to play a character. I’ve been there. I’ve had friends I I’ve never fucked and others I have. I’ve been there. From the mental ones to the emotional type, I’ve been there. I’ve said no more than I’ve ever said yes to interests tossed my way, I’ve been there. I’ve lived and I’ve sat in rooms totally alone, I’ve been there. I’ve been the bad guy but have never pointed a finger, I’ve been there. I’ve allowed stupidity and I’ve been out for the fun. I’ve need there. I’ve always intended on ficking more than once, but not with as many as I’ve had. I’ve been there. I’ve always wanted just one, but this is my path. I’ve been there…

Superficial slut…

Look me in the eyes, tell me you don’t luv me. Lemme hear you insist that I’m your friend. It’s all means nothing. Ohh, here comes the end. Sneaking up like a back door, sitting on the front porch. You’ll fade, deep into another to explore. Finders keepers had no words for the betrayals smile that leaves. Ooh, how the wicked tongue blesses lies at intent gathered it things. Tell me what I mean to you and then show me time cannot waste your seat with me. Ooh, how dreams become nightmares once they flee. Shh, quality go on about you way. My face never held a name with you lips speaking of anyways. I’ve know you were around just for the dick that showed you to feel lug’s ohh so deep. Through the pleasure you were so easy to read. Reminds me of what we’ve become. While we’re still one one. Prior to the door opening and a drifter comes along. I don’t wanna hear the truths from the echoing coming from the walls. I won the same game you thought you beat me at. I knew you’d be gone before long, and never too fast. You buried yourself, but not in me. My heart doesn’t carry the burden you never felt. I’ve juggled consequences of the outcome silently in my head. The ghost of you forever mingle well with the undead.  I’m thinking, how long will it be until you break. Until you awaken to the honesty of me knowing you’re fake. Will you laugh or turn it so sound on me? One day you’ll be free. But for now, let’s just keep it where you connect the best, fitting sex. So the contents of your chest pulsates before we rest. I’m guilty of enjoying you in the way you crave to be satisfied to you core. It’s just sad that bring that there’s nothing more.  So tell me again that your kink is the trigger to your emotional status. Ooh wait, that was your secret that you keep under the mattress. I’m not mad, I just wanna be shallow bcuz I’m glad I get to dick you down. I have a lil time to kill so open it mouth. That’s what you like as you pretend to open up. And now we both know there’s only one thing spreading to accept the acts of lusts. It ain’t your heart as we twist and turn through the curves that hands tend to play. It’s your body that needs me to escape. It seems one caught on to the misfortune that’s came to me in the shape of you. As I’ll never feel hour you’re inner makings thrive to be put to use. I’m a stiffy, hardened by the likings of your sexual desires. A beast that came to life that is cheated outta passions fire. Being barred with your naked flesh is when I hear you speak of any type of depths. Bcuz the whispers you sigh creates a superficial slut so you can maintain long enough until there’s nothing left. What a ride, right? One day I’ll rid you of my life. You’re not what I expected but damn the thrill of you walking out. Just post the memories as you cater to a different cock that’s been been found. And he’ll fall for the physicality of your presence for sure. It’s the only piece of you worth the lure it takes to reel in a cure. From one pogo stick to another you land and bounce as you hide. You only want a luv’t to lie to about an endless forever that’ll fuck with their mind. As for now, imma keep on doing all the dirty lil things you melt to. So loosen up and drip as we move. I like it bcuz I don’t haves invest. I can fuck you like we just met. Locked beyond reason so your eyes roll with the curling of your toes. You’re not mine, no no no. You’re fun and I can’t get enough. I’m weak to the rush. To the fingertips clinging to my skin. Within you is the erotic disaster upon my grin. As the begging and submission tells on you. You need a man to release you from your truths. To break you. You own you. Owned until to cum. Then you’re distant and numb. Awaiting the next interaction that helps overlook the emptiness in which you dwell. You make my cock swell. Reaching heights for you to slide down. You enjoy the way I stretch you out. I can dig it as I dig in to the sins so sweet to my ears. Tell me, it’s me you fear. Let it be known I’m the why you refuse to give in. Your know I’ll have you bending backwards when I touch your ribs. Given you a purpose that sexuality grows on. I’m more than the epitome of your lower frequency state of being my whore. You give it up but not once ever given in. We only tamper with your sins. Adjusting your mood swings to ease on up. So you can come undone. Do you don’t havta admit that you hate luv’s curse. That you’ve fallen for the way it all hurts. The pain is the sinister effect you praise. More so my fuckin name.!.

When done, is done…

If it hurt’s you more than you feel it hurts me, know it’s not the case. And if u hurt you, don’t go thinking I haven’t hurt myself bcuz you cannot see my emotions on my face. It’s just that we are wired differently and I can contain the fluctuations I’m fixated on. Unlike your ability to hold in the trauma forced by trauma and other details that alter your heart’s norm. In a world where society looks down on men when we hide our untold weakness, I must restrain as if I’m invincible. As you will prolly wish you were invisible. Neither of us will wanna be seen by the naked eye as whispers gather in the wind. So as you go on beyond closed doors, I’ll  sacrifice the reality of me out in the open like my mind hasn’t taken a detour. Just know, before that day comes the loss is real. At least for some time as I too must heal. Avoiding the pleasures of touch we’ve shared along the way. Just don’t feed into the black expression in my face. It’s to help forget a friend and a luv’r that has to move on. The depths reached is a place I will not dwell in as they’ll be scattered and torn. But there’s always an end after the beginning of strangers touching for the first time. Call it what it is, it’s life. I’ll ignore you even existed and you’ll have no knowledge I am a thing. It isn’t luv that’s complicated, it’s what’s left that mashed it hard to breathe. As I’ll accept the villain role. As my tongue will remain silent as the chapter of us comes to close without a creased fold. I’ll be nada, nothing, not a fuckin chuckle it would take to acknowledge me. And I’ll sleep good without you in my dreams. We can lie to everyone but the mirror, smiling for the picture we’ll pose. There’ll come a moment where there just isn’t any hope. From what I’ll hear is you’d wish you’d never fucked me. But there’s no word on my kid that’s willing to speak. You see, we can only walk together for so long. Listening to all the pretty lil songs. But you won’t get to me no matter how much you dig. I’ll be the shallow one to save you from truly tasting me as a sip. I’m okay with the outcome. When done, is done…

Weak azz nookie…

I hope you get wet when you think of me. I hope I crawl through your head endlessly. I feel the need to tell you, I wanna ruin any other man’s chance. And if you ever think about leaving, I wish upon you the worst sex that irritates your breathing. Yeah, I just want you to be happy. But the version of you I have in my thoughts is tangled up. I don’t wanna think you’re fuckin anyone beyond us.  I’d do some voodoo so your clit no longer works. I’m honest, not petty as you hear these words. I’m just not ok with you being touched. There’s no sense in space being in between me on you as we fuck. I want you to go without. I don’t care if you ever scream outlandish perversions out loud. I wouldn’t even tell you, fuck ya fellings either. Is not jealousy, I just believe where you belong is you going down on me like a tweaker. Everyone else should havta pay for your services. But you’re my whore so, I hope you lose the feeling right before you cum and dude thinks he’s worthless. You didn’t tell Me the things you do. I’m stingy when I actually find a use. So yeah, speaking into existence of a lame sex life for you is a must. Bcuz I’ve reasoned with myself and your audition shouldn’t exist if I’m not having the fun. Who cares how you feel? You should develop and odor and bark like a seal. Clapping your hands as if you’re retarded asf. Done ever think of me as a once was. I’ll be there in every sigh you try to laugh off. Forever sending bad juju that he’s not big enough to stroke your walls. With no hip thrusts and his cum face is weak. I hope you have fake it to forget me. And every time you do I live on as I destroy your desire’s s wants and need. But I don’t want him to hit it and quit it. I’d rather you havta suffer when he can’t figure out how to lick your lips. It’s that serious. To me it’s marvelous. A curse you’d deserve if you ever left. Bcuz it’s your eyes that is the only thing that is to get wet. With nothing to do with your heart whatsoever. It’s the dissatisfaction you’ll continue to encounter with every single luv’r. I just wanna dig so deep you can’t go without me. Even if you tried, nothing or no one could ever be equivalent to me in your daydreams. You need not smile if I’m not there when you give away your body. I carry a spell so you can’t renege how to be naughty. So your fingertips don’t feel nothing like pleasure to others wanting to shed clothes. I really want your sec life to to life hope. You should dry out as your freaky side fails to burst. Pus and mouth, I hope they crave the thirst. If you couldn’t help call my name when he’s inside of you, it be priceless. And it would never be dull moment if he had weak azz nookie and pounced on you like you were lifeless. I wish for your sweet spot to rot like a tooth. I hope your twat gets way too loose. I’m not being funny even though this is funny as the fuck I wouldn’t get. I want your kitten to developed a lisp. Grow inside out into a dick. And I don’t want it to feel good when you get finger flicked. Let it shrivel up. He can go limp every time you damn near climax and then, done. Go without. Starting now.!.

Trusted tongues…

With a lil dip within I’ll put a trickle of me in ya palm. So you can know something about me to keep you calm. My sacredness to be sacrificed to rest in your heart. A piece, a taste, a truth I share that won’t cause you harm. Simply for you to realize I’m human to. As vulnerable as my secrets upon your lips that rest on mute. One drop to feel the safety of your words. Vital to coexist is defining true worth. Never to be belligerent when frustration and reason cross paths. Not once to speak of sensitive details so others will laugh. To hush thy tongue for the sake of luv. There’s a comfort in the silence that pulls two bodies flush. To protect one another is the treasure that needs a friend. Creating a bond without loose lips is time well spent. Telling of self as time lingers on. Becoming more than luv’rs in whom are adored. Refraining from tattle tales exposing depths opening up. To cherish every conversation to comprehend where a mate is coming from. As kisses and hugs follow the delight of freedom to live. As is and satisfied with the return has to give. Listening to what another’s mind contains in its own. Never to whisper or repeat the flow of syllables moaned. Fair play is the stitching of relations that holds devotion so tight. It’s what makes the smile so bright. Giving purpose to promises made. Making a believer out of a stranger who is afraid…

no no…

Yeah, I’m twisted enough to put you on your knees the moment we meet. Then text you the next day to tell you  I like that you’re a freak. No filter, just fuckin demented, I’m sick in the head. But I’ll be the best orgasmic climax you’ll ever cling to. Like a late night that turns daytime, I’d rather be in you. I’m fucked up but I sling pipe. It’ll make up for when I don’t make it into your life. Who am I? I’m just a good time. Ready for the nakedness to undress your body. I’m off enough to cum like you’re my hobby. You could be sleeping and I’ll wake you having my way. I’m from your dark side in which you’re afraid to stray. I’m a deeper thrill that touches your, no no. Give me what you have to offer and let go. Bcuz I’m the monster that’ll keep you from luv. Ruin every relation bcuz I’m the one. The menace that thrives down between you legs. That craving desire that makes you beg. I’m bigger than average and I like your face. And it’s better when it’s open so you can get a taste. I’ll call you tomorrow and tell you about your other side. Text you pics as you come alive. I’m what fantasies are made of. An imaginary play thing kept on the hush. I know my place. And I luv it when you whimper my name. I don’t care how you like it just hold still. Or fight back, that shit proves you have skills. I’m the phantom that watches you from the shadows of your room. That odd thought that triggers the way you move. I’m just wrong for what I wanna do to you. Shh, there’s no safe word you can use. I’ll lick you until you’re worthy. Do you like you’re dirty. Bcuz in secrecy there’s another version of you in my head. I’m that illusion you haven’t thought of yet. I’m that umpfh you’ve been needing to release your perversions. Don’t worry, I’m worth it. There’s no diversion. Look up at me with fulfillment. Audition for the thrill of it. I’m a different kinda no no. But I’ll unlock you from your cell though. The one you ride carelessly with an sinister grin willing to grind. The one that wants to play with your geni. Your genitalia is as suppressed as I. Now let me fuck you outta your mind. I like it when you try to escape across the bed. The visual gets my best when your hormones reach for me through your pulse. I’m someone you can hold to you faults. I have flaws and a weakness for you and you alone. I enjoy the sexual unmentionables buried in the way you moan. Digging it out with my teeth is a taste I must bite. I’m the no no that wants you so oh, tempting you to ignore what’s before your eyes. Hi. Say hello to the girth that’s going to stretch you apart. Going so deep in to tickle the bottom side of your heart. Goochie goochie, I’ll go beyond your gooch. I know how to turn you loose. I’m the side attraction that haunts your daydreams. The reason your wet and you can’t help but to squeeze your knees. I’m the savage starving for your snatch. I’ll suck on your soul and tell you how good you are bad. Fight the urge if you must. I’ll just keep reminding you of your thirst for lust. I’m that menace intrigued by taring down your walls. Thrusting until your clit reaches my balls. Gasp for air. I’ll have a hand full of hair. You’re mine, and I’m... Mmm, the reason you sigh. I’m no no, do you wanna come out and play? I’ll let you ride my face. Do all the lil naughty things you hide from me. I just wanna change the way you breathe. I’m distasteful but you’ll cum again. Just know I’m damned. Forbidden to act right. Banned from the normal life. My behavior will test your sexuality. I just wanna be with you internally. To trade energies we can’t hold back. I’m eternally grateful to have you at last. As my sense of excitement needs to claim the whore within you. Peekaboo. I promise you’ll be the only one on the roster. And you’ll find yourself bcuz I know you’ve lost her. So nibble your lip and speak your filth. As I flip you over as the room will tilt. Back and forth, up and down. I can’t get enough of your sweet lil sounds. Hum me a melody for the world to hear. Louder, louder, I’m that mofo that’s gonna make you squeal. It’s gonna take a week or two for you to heal. You can blame me for turning you on. Just know, I’m gonna want more. Bcuz I’m just not right in the head. With fingertips on your breasts and digging into your chest. I wanna go there. And I don’t wanna play fair. Don’t be scared of big ol me. I’m just me insisting on setting you free. Until the character you pretend to be becomes a reality, I’m cheap. I know it. I’m a lil cheesy, but you can hold it. Feel it laying in your palm. Witness how I cannot remain calm. Diving into the devouring it takes to get you off. I want you raw. Uncut and ready for whatever. With the extended version of imma fuck you forever..

Nevermore or, forevermore.?.

If we had just one more night to enjoy ourselves. To end we’ve missed as true feelings could be felt. We’d be score to have a better moment to collapse into each other’s arms. Diving into the sploosh of thy hearts. And as the sun comes back around we van go back to the emptiness after having what we craved. Knowing the urge to touch the skin has been tamed.  Just one last time would be the end of us. Forgetting the endless thrill of maybe one day we’re could reignite luv. But it would am equivalent to a blink to an eternity’s grasp. To be placed with the tensions of memories that plague sighs that gasp. We’d be never more nonetheless as something we could never again caress. If we were to give into the passion we’d erase the foreverness of a desire that’s forevermore in the chest. We must decide to flow with the linger to keep us alive or inevitably seal our fate. One or the other we just cannot escape. As for now we have the excitement of the possibilities we cling to. So, for how long must we live this way before we cut one another loose? To savagely embrace the body so the mind can engrave yet, one more thought that’ll rot away. As we get on with life, knowing it’s time to let go of the shape of an unforgettable face…

To roam freely…

I just waves finger fuck you with every letter written to form words for you to read. Or maybe I should draw a picture for your eyes to visualize my intent of artistic needs. It and my imagination is like magic creating the spectacle of singing that couldn’t be. Or is it just atomic that our spirituality aligns so beautifully? If I could take the energy of our presence and spin it into a cyclone we’d dance for more than a lifetime. I just wanna lure you into my thoughts so we’re not alone in my mind. To temp you to orchestrate your version of us in a world where fantasies exist. Just do we can come back into reality and truly live. With sapiosexual tendencies that cling to maturities like fingers caressing your breasts. True intent is a rare form raw just wanting to expose effects beneath the flesh. I just was trigger your curiosities so I too can roam freely in your head. With a deeper sense of admiration even if we’re fine mate it to the bed. Conversation would enlighten the crave to having an interaction I just writing wanna go without. Just to play the vibe like a musical masterpiece that lingers through hertz we cannot hear by sound. Ooh, the purity of devotion to a well rounded, likeminded individual that clicks without demanding what time is right. To be felt without ever being physically touched, not by sight. I just wanna show you it’s not about the version you see as vanity in the mirror mimicking who you may or may not think you are. Bcuz if we’re not mentally intact there’s no chance we have evolved enough to revise to rescue the contents of out pulsating hearts,,,

Our last moment…

As you stand near my cold remains. A black rose from your hand is placed above my heart as it’s finally tamed. I’m not allowed to luv you past this point and it’s something I can’t control. As if I had a choice in my mind trying to leave you alone. But, it’s over now as if you’re here to show you actually fuckin cared. Your heals are nice but it’s the emptiness of your stare. I’m fine now as we wasted life running from our last moment in time. One of us had to go and I wish it was you so you didn’t have’s hurt inside. It’s not so selfish to say as long as you know without a doubt that I took you to my grave. So stay a while before we’re forever torn from my escape. I like your dress. Please don’t cry, your makeup is going to be a mess. I’m okay now that the ache of your absence is no longer felt. Just hold my hand so I can try to melt. For one more go to come back to life. Bcuz once you let go there goes the memory of you in my mind. Lost for an eternity as the missing pieces of me within you rot. I apologize I went first as you’re to live in a world without me still draped around your sweet spot. It seems I hurt you after all. It wasn’t my intent but at least you’re finally here for me as I’m in here mentally climbing these walls. Desperately attempting to get to you prior to me being forced to leave you be, forever. The only thing I’ve ever wanted was for us to be together. And here we are, finally acknowledging the luv was the realest emotion that we ever touched. Damn us. Damned to the dreams left in the dark. Nothing ever compared to you finding comfort in my arms. I knew you’d come after I’ve died for years craving more than the hunger in the growl. As I’m a afraid to ask, what are you gonna do now? Don’t let go, not yet. Don’t take your fingertips from my chest. Don’t go. Luv, don’t leave me here alone. Not like you did when you were fuckin able to show me what I meant to you. Why’d it take this long for you to shed a tear for my use? You’re turning your back again just to walk away. Damn, stay. Just long enough until the dirt falls down upon me. Before the silence truly claims this dream. Poof, gone. Was I ever the one?

Nervous…

Maybe I’m more nerves than you. It ain’t easy got a man having confidence without being arrogant as self is to be put to use. Perhaps, I too want this night to move smoothly. Not wanting to do too much and disturb the mood. And all I can think is, what are you thinking? Of this night, what is your purpose and your true meaning. I came to witness you in true form. Hoping to do more than visualize you in motion. Craving to be a part of your life’s resolution. So, what if my nerves are getting the better of me? And I try my best not to let it be seen. Even if you did, would you think any less of who I am. I’m just one man. And here we are in the mingle of smiles. We haven’t even gotten to the question of what you’re doing after a while. And I’m shook but I’m content in containing the thrill within that’s jumping for joy. Boy oh boy. If you only knew the excitement pulsating in my chest. Not if feelings to soon but the sheer enthusiastic change to give it my best. Never to be fake and put on a false reality of who I am. But just to be entertained by your presence bcuz I can. Bcuz you wanna sit with me and let the day linger into a convo worth a fuck. I hope you know, I too am winging this moment too enlighten you that it’s more than a crush…

Thy list…

Am I in thy lineup? A possibility to when you even begin to think of someone like me as if you can make your mind up. I don’t need to know. Your business is not the concern of what I’ve had a chance to hold. But, hire far down did you go don thy list for you finger to land on my name? Curiosities rely on a number that looks up to those who’ve come before the reasoning of my face. I know how it goes just so you know. Falling for the attention until it gets old enough to look at interests wanting to be left the fuck alone. It’s the way the game of finding self must be played. Gathering intel for shits and giggles while life reminds you of the feel of lace. Hormones is usually the first step to deciding who hasn’t been all over town. Thy self needs to consider whisper in moments when no one else is around. Telling everyone else thy solo creep is so much better than the bs of relations turnabout. And yet, I wonder what you believe is more intriguing than I. What is it I lack that keeps my hands from touching what you hide? Not the I insist, it’s just it would speak of the intelligence in thy mind. Do you even know what irresistibly is? Can you remember what that crave can do to thy lips? How many are you leading on in the friend zone with content that’s made for a special someone and no one else? Is it you like the satisfaction of eyes without the pain that eventually can’t find help? I know the routine well. Do marine you just wanna be in the mix of casting luv’s spell’s. That one would make you more like me. Doing everything to stick to thy self and tell no lies. Giving very few access from time to time. Allowing self to be as human as one can be. Attempting to coexist with a friend who agrees to terms to let self breathe. Even if for moments to realize where we stand individually in some sorta twist. As we carry the weight of the more desired who may not one they to are in the list.

I see you…

I visualize you naked. Willing to eat I need you to be. There’s not one inch of you I don’t crave. Even when you’re not in my dreams. I fantasies as my head puts on a display. I have full control of your willingness. And I’m a preserve as a man can possibly be. I enjoy nibbling on your sinful lips. Taking the filth you speak and using it against you. I’m your weakness when I rent you the most. Whether you’re spread eagle of bent over your so beautiful. As my imagination fondles you bcuz I can’t leave you alone. It’s your skin. The way it looks under softened lights. You should s few things about my intent. And the way you crawled through my mind. On all fours on the bed. To a collar wrapped around your neck. To your mouth given me head. I truly believe you fuck me the best. I want you. I daydream even when others are around. I’m fixated and obsessed the m with the Sherrie of you. Oh, hire I get so aroused. With one movement my hormones come to life. Watching you behind my eyes creates a desire I cannot describe even if I tried. I luv the fact that you are mine. As we play games with the tongues motion that never lies. Is just you and I all alone as I lock the door. Witness to your beasts hang on your chest. My cock hard and stiffened by the sight of you. I touch you by touching myself. I pretend. I can feel you in front of me. I just wanna fuck your so bad. Taking you from this reality to be used by a freak. More than often I’m bothered when I think of you. Stripes of you clothing and moaning. Sexually the intricacy triggers the dom I am. Especially when you submit to my wood…