bent over...

deep... touching things that hasn't felt width with length in some time... that's where the push eases in to... sending sigh straight to ur mind... forcing girth within ur walls that i fit so tight... in all the way... moving to moans craving more... jus to hear ur lips release me name... clawing at my skin... wanting me closer then fingers can sink... passionately filling u full of me... making ur excitement hard to breathe... slow stroking u into an all out ramming... thrusting a feel to earn ur trust... grabbing at ur hair to get a grip... making sure every detail of ur fantasies are met with nasty lusts... filthy to the point ur legs shake... pulsating with the digging of my cock fuckin u numb... so far in ur depths all that u hide is known... playing to the mingling of sweat dripping with the rush... buried in u is where i belong... as ur bent at the knees taking every last inch... pounding away at hormones so in tuned with mine... giving to ur secret desires to be used n kissed... sucked on n felt up with firm hands ravishing ur flesh... falling further in to u as the night goes on... as one with the thumbing beating from within ur chest... as ur pussy enjoys a thick dick taking a swim... needing ur wetness to come to life... i dream of u with thoughts so dirty words jus wanna watch... breaking u the fuck of as if u were mine...

has been...

Imagine seeing thier face for the last time... In a moment at the end of shared lives... What expression is u think they'd wear.?. If it wasn't the grave that rekindled emotions scared... Leaving u the way they swore they'd never do... To live with the fear of having to start over with someone new... Pretend u gave in to wind up all alone... As they turn away n destroy the feel of home... Never to awaken to their smell inches from comfort... Do u think it would be subtle or yet another tare brutally torn.?. In the exact second where u knkw without a doubt it's over... To have to find a way to heal to wind up in someone else's arms as a luv'r... Petrified to the tingle of nerves shaking... Facing this world without a friend that spoke of never fading... Ending the endless passion somehow lost... Finalizing relations for the tendons to tug at tears stuck in a pause... Think of the precise altercation that splits the connection apart... Having to sit in solitude with a reality ever so harsh... Forever in wonder wandering around in between here n there... Believing words chosen from lips once kissed that were never fair... Can u visualize tbe truth to come before confusion reaches for ur smile set on fire.?.  As the desire to continue the repeated fiasco makes the mind tired...

If not me.?.

If not me, who is there to turn to.?.
As thoughts confide with themselves needing a truce...
Your pickings is your own choice to trust...
For it's your heart that falls for the feel of the rush...
Blushing all the way through making a friend...
Yet, who is it you want next to you never looking at an end.?.
Do I not have what you seek.?.
What is it you're after when you open up your dreams.?.
How many thoughts have to be met.?.
Finely combing details to complete the pounding in your chest...
Is there any chance it would be me walking through your mind.?.
Stepping out so your eyes witness truths...
As you peep how it's in the way I have you...
Staring with the pulse rising with the excitement of being the one...
So if not me, who's going to make sure you're not chasing luv.?.
Cheated out of the finest pieces that create a home...
Awakening the peace resting with sighs that whoa...
Knowing who in the fuck you are...
Touching sensitivities as if one in the same can never be ripped apart...
In tuned with tones that haven't got a reason to ever change...
Able to speak clearly when tongues shape names...
Clutching arms around the only person that keeps you safe...
More then believing likes has evolved into the great escape...
Freeing self from the wonders in your head...
Settling for nothing less...

bouncing back...

pieces along the way come together about as slow as time can rush... as forever seems to take so long to see what patience can barely hush... with the falling into place is smiles reaching to be tucked under earlobes... having every lil detail correct itself with a desire to do more than patch up unwanted moans... feeling the ease of sighs exhaled in a relief knowing the hardest part of the climb is over... with very few luv'rs along the way to make it past the emptiness beneath chilled covers... a lil bit here n some more that come along with free will determined to sit back at the top... the bottom never felt like home the way it attempted to suck the life outta plop... as every fragment of the norm has become better than what ever was... helping the mind ease up for a moment to enjoy the round about of being clutch...

stepping back out...

Trying new things wanting to see if self can get something to stick...

Seriously wanting to jus remember what it's like to live...

To accept there is something or someone somewhere with a pure kiss...

Even another way to be is the thought when daydreaming of what's being missed...

Needing a fresh sigh to counter emotions hidden away...

So ready to witness a face more than willing to stay...

From a drifter to a loner in the same sense of creating a change...

Life in it's own reaches for joy under the sun n in the presence of a candles flame...

Legs move on a pivot rotating hips to get to where smiles exist...

Choosing any direction for the feel of happiness...

Thinking anything has gotta better than this emptiness...

Sitting around doing nothing awaiting a nothingness...

As rare is to be made if the heart is to survive in its darkened cave...

Sparing self to evolve back into senses that can relate...

When the mind snaps outta the funk jus to taste a name...

For the vibe of its release off the tongue could be everything there is to gain...

pried from grips...

Sidetracked by life one can forget how to live...
Losing tone gaining grounds with wits...
With the rolling of days that forget the repeat of actions that blend in...
The mind fidgets with thoughts that no longer attends...
Trying to recollect where ones been...
Confused on what there is to actually give...
As nights are seen as the same ol trip...
Making it hard to depict the difference in between dreams n tears that drip...
Ripping timeless moments from silenced lips...
For the releasing of memories is forced n pried from grips...
N as hands unroll from the strength of fists...
Age creeps in to claim what is missed...
Pist to think how fast yrs click...
Unable to witness time move with hips that twist...
Rotating desires so vague sighs find discomfort in interests...
Afraid of being left alone to rot in the pits...
One sidesteps vital interactions never to be kissed...
Wishing to redo it before calling it quits...
As smiles wanna surface from pieces of bits...
Resurrecting a beat to be shared upon fingertips...
Pulsating as if once was still exists...
Jus wanting to be fixed...

slide of hand...

Luv never lives without pain... Face painted as if a mural smeared n stained... Altered from hope's empathy... Lost in a resemblance that appears to be wanting sympathy... Though it's the heart drifting in waters without a poncho... Sinking in a bottomless river goin down alone... It comes n goes like the rain giving life to something new... Hanging the neck in a noose... Pretending to always be around... Lying to be real until the end of hearts that pound... Meaning everything will change soon enough... Feeding on endless trust... Creating hope that doesn't truly exist... As laughs slowly transform into silence stuck to lips... Causing a pucker in a different sense... Taking even honest flirtations as thirst as others attempt to climb the fence... Emotion believes in the feel... Tricking the mind to forget vital details leaking at the seals... Waiting out the thoughts turn to actually have enough... Passion is as blind as desires being snuffed... Aching within tears released that have no voice... Happily ever after can never fill the void...

wtf are u doin.?.

tell me, how come u keep goin for all the goofy ones.?. n why is it a real mo fo ain't on any interest to the way u luv.?. is it, u jus like the way a broken heart feels.?. is a physical attraction more than a friend could ever help u finally heal.?. always after the low life arrogant misfits filling a role changing the way u breathe... pretending to be exactly what u believe them to be... as ur eyes drip bcuz a type u chase isn't shit... n it's like u cannot set aside sexuality to get used to a different kinda twist... in true form... loosening to the use of words fading away with what once was ur norm... so speak of why u do it to yourself... drifting in n outta relations that give ur stability no fuckin help... jus to give it a go with yet another fucktard wasting ur time... claiming each one of them completes ur life... or is it ur jus as shallow as the fake taking up space in ur head confusing ur intellect.?. having no concept of what to actual expect... following the shade of shadows into the night to awaken hating the world... so in tuned with the abuse ur numb to ur own good as ur thoughts are in a whirl... stuck on the determination of what u think is gonna jus come along... unable to say where it is you've truly have gone wrong... as others haven't a chance to show u that u matter if ever... whatever...

loosened up...

i remember what it is when the alcohol kicks in... thinking of all the position two can cuddle to laying deep within... nights clinging to torsos with limbs for a memory to carter to... as the feeling is foreign to the numb texture that's forgotten about luv... as it comes to life with a lil help from a drunken night... missing the skin on skin feel that caresses sighs with comfort made from life... freed from depths that hold the best captive so the pain never reaches for worth... goin inward is a protective tongue unable to taste the flava of muted words... four lil letters dropped from the vocabulary to remain productive in a solo world... as the booze fill the mood to wanna friend for an evening where lusts can get toe curled... for the lonely moment depends on the consumption of liquid forced down the hatch... goin back n forth from what was to what isn't the now affected by the past... in a drunken state of questioning details swept up as if particles gathered... trying to figure out the lines in between what does n doesn't matter... with another gulp goin down the hatch... feeding the vibe loosened to the rythym of the music in the background playing with the emotional grab... sitting alone lingering in thoughts as another swig tastes even better than the one before... telling self it ain't shit n to jus go find a freak like me to pass some time to ease the core... saying fuck it as a realization of the soothe having its way with me... but oooh how a mo fo can once again feel a few things...

done...

turned off from the inside... looking out for self from eyes not wanting the contact of the hype... the switch is resting inn a downward position... avoiding elitism's submissions... jus leave me the fuck alone... n the world will be a better place to gain hope... in another as in someone else... for i feel nothing at the ends of days but the solitude in which hides my worth... n no i don't wanna feel the tips of ur birds... take it for what it is for i am as honest as i can be... i'm floating face down in the river within me... cool to the chill of never swimming in the sun's warmth... i'm done with all the friends that turn out to be whores... i tapped n have no interest of returning to the emotional side of life... so if ur trying know my truths i will not hide... i don't wanna feel a fucking thing until the day i die... that's when i'll miss what coulda been as i lay with tears in my eyes...

all by myself...

having a bad place in the center of the mind... it doesn't care for any insights... refusing to listen to luv claiming there is individuality... twisted in my own lil reality... fucks cannot be given to tell the truth... yet a smile hides the mental drift caving in to my humors disoriented hoots... it's sickening in here... but i like it once i shifted gears... it's different from all the fake fucks i see... real n disturbing is all i can say when all i wanna be is me... i'm finding things funny most wouldn't understand... the mind fuckin snapped some time ago when i became my own biggest fan... n from the depths came a clarity that stuck... a human intent chuckling in mirrors for i can see me giving birds to luv... n i haven't been sad since my abomination took over... only feeling pain when i forget who i am n it's rare as i pluck the luck from four leaf clovers... yet i gotta say the security in it has focused my thoughts... lingering on therapeutic dizziness that touches the equilibrium's no go zone with all my flaws... n it's a blast living with thoughts free to roam... triggering what appears to be a loon on the loose in luv with being alone... in tune with the silliness so crazy others believe i'm gone... what's the odds of me being the sane one.?. funny huh.?. who's shit is sweeter than mine.?. rubbing my palms on my own genitals so i can relieve my time...  but that's jus me tucking away all the things no one knows... accepting i ain't nothing like anyone i know... for i felt the crack that release the anticipation of me coming full circle... from a confused state of mind i couldn't hold it together when goin over the hurdle... falling to my feet behind my own enemy lines... forced to suck up the sucka like expressions defined... in my head i am the one with the freedom everyone seeks... living to die i got up off my knees...

lookin for comfort...

help me understand my dreams aren't pitiful... n maybe one day u n i can be more then beautiful... given the fact that u understand having to look somewhere else... even though the letting go has occurred when the end was felt... in an afterlife somewhere in a wonder if the heart can find it's peace.. released from the mind living in the past drifting through dreams... tell me i'm not delusional as i have disbelief... scared of another touching me who wants to free the solitude from the seams... feel me so i know i'm no the broken one... trapped within with the interest in others hog tied to trust... having to count on me so my smile can perk the fuck up... relate n i jus might not run... for i cave in a moments notice when emotion comes to be seen... fearing a submission where self gets lost in passionate scenes... i need to know i ain't drifting off all alone... jus be real n open up n put down ur throne... show me something normal in the way i am... n a friend could be made by taking my hand... i'm lookin for comfort n i dunno where to turn... i've had enough of the solo act yet i don't know how to accept worth... nothing makes sense when i get close to another... i shut down n fade away as if i'm jus enjoying a luv'r... i ask u to show a lil bit more than i've witnessed prior to us meeting... for i haven't a care to gain an attachment getting ready for the leaving... hear me out n see if we're somewhat the same... lingering on through life not knowing where in the fuck chuckles are not burnt by passionate flames... blown out like the wind jus couldn't resist... put ur fingers on my lips n look me in the eyes when u speak through a real kiss...

clarity...

when dreams tell truths of what hasn't yet been forgotten...

as questions notice real actions to help the feel begin its rotting...

in a moment of rare use speaking from the other side...

asking one question that sends ripples through the heart defined...

settling thoughts of the wonder stuck in the head...

as words find tone to finally be said...

would u give to me no matter what others think.?.

watching eyes roll truly creates a bridge back from where the retreat cannot breathe...

waking to the use of letting go for once has a voice to listen too...

even though the silence in a gesture gave the final reason to call a truce...

when lala land turns on u to give u peace...

life holds on a lil tighter knowing it's ok to sow up the seams...

able to remember the clarity of the mind no longer playing its tricks...

jus wanting to live...

play with me...

taste my lips n tell me what flava rests for u to savor... see if u can remain still n not act of such bad behavior... i dare ya like as if we were kids again pushing to mood... so come a lil closer to n attempt to avoid we're the only two in the room...  as our hands feel a bit of comfort held for a while... talking n sippin on some liquor to bring out the smiles... loosening to the vibe set in stares pretending to be subtle... feeling to ease of the heart goin for its hustle... i bet u can't hold out all night without showing another side of u... speaking in tongues n allowing true intent to flow with the rush... with a kiss upon the neck jus soft enough to release the tension... relax n settled down as we play a game of who will last longer... tempting one another to go the distance without goin bonkers... as the tingle touches nerves that haven't been felt in sometime... fuckin with thoughts hidden jus behind our eyes... ready to pounce yet not willing to give in... jus bcuz the loser hasta submit... we can make it as fun as hormones twisting a grip as sighs are known... laughin like we have the upper hand to claim the throne... self control is the mission to be reckoned with... as our desires are teased beyond the need of movements from the hips... making convo as seductive as possible once the booze kick in... jus to enjoy the ripples that stick to the ribs... until one of us cannot handle the pressure n explodes... creating a scene that is craved  by the naked skin groped n sucked on in between each n every moan...

Jus be...

Sometimes the tongue wants to move to words to tell on emotions living in the moment... Then the thought of living up to what's heard pausing the movement of lips not ready for it... Relief sighs under breaths swallowing expression plucked from the smile... Able to jus be as is for a lil while... Hoping time doesn't elapse holding on to the heart eager to please... Wasting a chance trying to fugue out who's hands does the mind land in when the gates open freeing dreams... There are times sitting with the silence it feels so right... Like two twigs within are attempting to spark a flame on the muddle of the night... For the comfort's unspoken use remains hidden in a capsule deep in the core... Allowing friendz to evolve into desires wrapped up slowly wanting more... So the liver can decipher who it is eyes has latched on to... Due to strangers are a danger to the mental health tgat sowards seems to be abused... N yet, there's truth in motion noticed as conversions continues to relate... Getting on with life in a natural sense where proof can gradually accept a mate... Jus drifting along through the ins n outs of connections so needed to trust a gain... Listening for whispers crawling across pillows carrying ones name... In brief seconds recognition is found when actions are witnessed as a pure art... So if the tone is in no rush to cross lines too soon know it's a mature display of character wanting a genuine start...

Always Waiting...

How many eyes does out take to look into to know the heart is safe.?. When emotion cannot be felt due to luv keeps getting in the way... As sighs in moments alone fall for the peace n quiet... Somehow comforted by the solitude that has its own reliance... For staring in one's face is n brutal end that awaits... Having to live through all the twists n turns to make it through their games... With patience in the ache to come... Where the wait is the guarantee of trust.?. Able to open up for that final time... Witness to how the linger of the eerie feel slips the mind... What's the count of others that come along to have it all.?. Regaining the texture's sensitivities as breaths pause... Truly adapting to a friend that cannot help but to last... When the empty pit hasn't a care to create passion in a grasp... As the solo act is the only thing that's ever made sense... Being better off alone without the chaos of feelings blocking the veiw... Is there ever a round two to enjoy someone new.?. Once the thought of doing it on ones own sets in... Having a different kinda chuckle to a grin... Somewhat surfacing in the same expressions shaping dreams coming to life... How does the will cross back over to allow relations to take flight.?. When the resistance is as pure as the touch that doesn't seem to exist... Not giving a fuck if lips ever pucker to another kiss... Thinking why can't it jus stay mental... As if like concurs luv in a duel not so gental...

Jus go...

There nothing here... I'm no more than a stain in ur memory smeared... Aimed carelessly up in to thin air... With no direction but down once the fall doesn't care... I ain't but an empty man unable to feel a fuckin thing... Pursuing what lines my lonely pockets so i too can sing... Fading is the feeling left in the middle of nowhere... Once touched the heart will be curved to listen to the silence in a stare... Yes I'll be able to go oh without u... It sucks yet the truth is I'm happier on the loose... Shying away from attachments wanting to cling... I jus can't seem to check in to even a fling... With no regret I've lost a few without ever a hesitation... On my way to my own destination... Untamed by luv's test... Restricted from a no man's land buried in a woman's chest... There's a void u won't be abke to fill... For I like the feeling in freedoms thrill... Jus doin me until time finds me six feet below... I have no trust you gain nor give other than real words as I roam... So no, it's not u... As the cliche in the situation tends to tell it as i have no use... I turned from passion's even though it arrays wants me... As it is I that refuses to commit to dwelling dreams... Needing a friend to stay at arms length... Only closing in to hear the heat of breaths as w breathe... This is a dead end for u so u should go... The vacancy u seek is abandoned by the comfort of home... I'm a has been... Momentarily lifting the curve of ur grin... Fighting an endless cat cause that helps me keep the honesty of me... I don't wanna lie to u jus prior to watching u to turn n leave... My depths have no bottom in their hollow descend... N it's i that i will not defend... This is jus the way it is... So please, go live...

Shedding the feel...

When the thought of damn, so i really havta live without u rotates memories into a i must've dodged a bullet... It makes it easier to find the comfort needed to loosen up to a different outcome that seems foreign to the crave that once was set on useless bullshit... Allowing the heart to feel the pinch so it can awaken with a new hope more patient as the pulse is silenced for a better cause... So the purpose fades into a disbelief as immaturities only want to feel any ol thing that comes along to touch nerves paused... When the mind sorts through the confusion presented in ends with no handles to hold on to the slip it is a mental rehabilitation state... Letting go of even the sadness that feeds tears for self defines words that did not align with emissions faked upon another's face... With a reflection that chuckles with a whisper of this is it... Adjusting the goochie to resemble true depths coming from a darker void unable to reach two birds free to unroll with a flip... Slinging muted gestures at the similarities of others that remind the tingle of prior situations... Needing a fresh beginning with assuraneee being the center of worth's honest demonstration... After the fact of sighing in the middle of the night where chains have been broken... Closing the distance within an empty moment to resurrect peace knowing relations was a hiccup that lingered on the texture of devotion... Losing the one that mattered the most to the pitty that consumed the ache... N yet, we can still fall in luv with what remains in our freedom for the chaos has gone somewhere with the wind saying someone else's name, like, hey babe...

self absorbed...

why do they need so much attention when they have someone in their lives.?. taking selfies to share as if they want someone else on their minds... are they broken or looking for someone that fits the mood.?. somehow feeling there's someone different to fulfill the emptiness in a room... how is it the eyes that gaze upon them is never enough.?.  holding their beauty to a standard of there's always better so afraid of luv... twisted like a spiral of emotions they pluck from another's chest... knowing damn well ain't no one ever gonna get their best... being isolated within their own absorbed sense of humor... enjoying the awareness others take upon the skins until tongues create rumors... witness to the jealousy of those the same as they are... as chatter forms on lips taking notice to the scrutiny of the heart... needing one more person to like the shallowness sight tends to entrap... with smiles for all to see as a rarity not so unique craved so bad... having center stage in a role of lusts to perform their masterpiece... why fall from the graces when there are some many willing to attend their own self ceased.?. picture perfect with the right angle can cause sighs to feed the relentless beast never to be tamed... so full of vanities bullshit the character sought out drifts in lenses defining thy shape... to be longed for due to the natural affect of a use when they're already in possession of such... why do they havta be narcissistic n claim they ain't distinctively outta touch.?. blinded to the facts of a truce displayed to show it's what's within that matters the most... so eager to be a host to sexual intent catering to the ego held close... as each snap captures a new face staring in awe... as exhibit a is to be known as nothing more than a flaw...

transmutation...

as the norm becomes strange as it feels better as a new phase lingering on... abnormal thoughts find comfort on the other side of change as if reborn... absorbing the feel through the texture that reasons with a different kinda touch... through eyes loosening reality for an understanding of coming off the ropes... hanging dreams up to dry with tears dripping from old intent... the awkward forms the shape of smiles chuckling to a fresh sense of how the heart must vent... on the opposing end of trauma caused by an end so abrupt it corrected a weakness into strength... the mind wraps the details in arms  that need a lil more than the same ol distance within seeking room to breathe... redirecting selfish use to demand proof before trust can entertain another switch turning on a light... to be seen by a stranger wanting the gratification of evolving with life... defining depths taking on a drift into an unusual thump ever to last... as the ordinary mystery attempts to be familiarized in a transformation of facts... in a bizarre twist that interacts as a current presence in which forgets what was... embracing a weird backasswards way to be looking at a possibility with luv... as odd relates to a habitual routine possessing a modification worn upon the face... from confused to depths opening to fall on the teeter of anxiety easing up for solitude whispering names... renewing self in a renovation much needed to adapt with a diverse mentality... creating a round about of a unique kinda individuality...

blah...

people are ok with what gives to their cause... having nothing to do with the differences that is the true beauty of life lived so raw... understand their mindset n you'll see them for who they are... jus don't be alarmed when u don't see them the same when u want them to feed ur own heart... the turning will help u fade in their eyes as they find a hatred for ur presence... n it's taught down the lines of each generation without hesitance... if you're not like them u are not wanted n are the issue u do not seek... all due to most are self absorbed n training the weak to witness only one dream...

strangers..

Who is it u think i am.?. Without knowing how i respond to the touch of uur hands... a stranger among the shadows hiding in the dark... u have no idea what lingers in my heart... triggers are yet to be seen... lines drawn to protect limits are invisibly tucked in dreams... stashed places u haven't been able to reach... so what makes ur determination so positive i am the tingle breached... getting along with others isn't a hard thing to do when individuals appear... we all have similarities within us that can relate to smiles n even fear... n connecting is an ease if honest use is presented before the eyes... as i ask again, who am i supposed to be for i have a tongue that could lie... to play with ur thoughts as i turn u against yourself... or jus not feel the same ol shit as the answer when dead ends come n go quicker than the realization of not being felt... calling for help in the dark bcuz u believed me to be someone you've concocted in ur head... when will the rush ever rest.?. 

No worries...

It'll stop... Wear off like everything else... As the pause lingers in nerves felt... Triggering yet another loss... Letting go of one noire attachment... Thoughts will rot... Forced to reevaluate interactions... Noticing in particular flaws... As the eyes are whipped free from a blur... Emotion settles in is own... Depending on self's definitive worth... Removing imaginary thrones... It'll rest once it hurts... After truths are known... Making it easier to rehearse the absurd... Self entitlements facing mirrors with hope... Chucking short lived thrills to the side... As if moments are the wind's cool breeze... Carrying interests through life... Separating wants from needs... The crave is only a phase... To come n go is all it can be... Changing the tones in which speak names... Happy to finally watch them leave...

Understanding hope...

Looking at the situation from their angle coming towards me... Seems they don't have much of a selection even trying to roomful their dreams... As i take a notice in what they see with their own eyes... Attendingto put myself in their shoes as you understand their lives... N i can relate to why someone would feel I'm different... Truly feeling a need to have a lil time spent... But I'm concieted nor arrogant at all... I jus took a peek n found their reason for me to pause... Being descent individuals young for a new kinda man to come along... N for yrs i was blinded to the other side of bring alone for so long...  Having a better comprehension of what relations was gain... Listening to how tones carry my name... For i know or using easy for a woman to step to a man they do not know... So I'll consider it a privilege to bee that thought that needs to be shown... To win my trust by pricing all females are blood the same... N if a man will pay attention most women are good in a sense of sane... He's their experiences that create a silhouette of what fellas are... With a pattern that happens once n over again due to both parties aren't visualizing on the details before they can get to the heart...

Luv n lusts...

Are u cool with me finding others jus as attractive as u are.?. N What if i wanna watch u with another to get ur fix as i ease in real fuckin hard... Are u good with sharing moments as u too can witness a live interaction play out.?. Able to touch at will on more than one body to excite desires hidden within fantasies finding sound... Being felt n pleasured by two feeling hormones rise as they cum... Switching positiin to give a lil more to keep the scene goin with the rush...

Face buried between legs with moans riding my cock... For the comfort of real sexual depths freed taking turns sliding down me like neitger od u can stop... As i sit back to close my eyes to the best double head of ever craved... Are u up for the repetitions of having a friend to join us as u get off when she says my name.?. Creating a wet flow of need that overwhelmes ur deepest passiin to have thought cone to life... N when u sit to the side of the motion flowing before ur eyes as we put on a show for ur tingle capture ur mind... With her fingerprints groping ur skin as u get a moutg full of my shaft... Licked n sucked on as we nut simultaneously into the aftermath...

To notice how she tastes me upon ur lips with a playfulish grin... As all three of us need each other to come from within... Are u my type so eager to interact with true irresistible lusts opening up.?. Or shall i find someone else to share herself willing to fuck.?. As u go without all the dirty lil kinks u hide from the best time awaiting ur dreams... To soothe the spark igniting a session of a threeway display of bodies tangled up with u, her, n me...

thrills n spills...

never to be the same is depths able to change... feeling luv open up doors hiding details that expose flames... blinded to the transformation helping self to evolve... as the wonder of who will come along becomes a problem solved... until the head spins around to notice gone is more than a feeling of letting go... the waiting around pauses the confusion of who to be when losing hope... coming to terms that they jus ain't coming back... it's a fucked up place to be as age creeps up on years lost to an empty past... having memories one cannot share with any other... having to start over n ignore the fact that there was much more joy than being luv'rs... as the tingle gets to moving with a spark from outta the blue... able to remember how the rearrangement forgot particles that crippled the heart's use... allowing the shaking of thoughts to be slung from eye... gaining a comprehension of who it is in the mirror's chuckle of goodbye... as someone different in a sense of self still remains... oh how life tends to explain the need of rain... pouring out inner trenches to rinse the smile clean... to once again wrap the mind around technicalities to believe...

Looking back at me...

Having about enough of self speaking on selfish needs... Others probably think I'm helpless to my own damned dreams... Always spitting from one side of debates thinking I'm right... When there's more to the story trying to get back at life... Times become mute to ears not wanting to hear the same ol shit... As actions never give anyone a chance to give proof of what comes from the lips...  I'm jus at a stale mate awaiting yet another piece falling from my grasp... With nothing more than a new game to defeat an opponent fast... Seems checking the mirror drives an illusion into the brain... Somehow becoming distraught as to believe in the righteous kill driving thoughts insane... Crippled on an emotional level of fuck luv ripples through my chest... N there's no interest in even making a pussy wet... It's attached to something i cannot get through to no matter how much i ramble on... Though quietly i know is me that didn't wanna be torn... So it's a big no thank u as my tone is as direct as being left alone... Yet I'm slowly visualizing the good one's that come n go attempting to be see from my throne... I truly act like I'm someone special when the only difference is i get the point... But did i when i refuse to full my own aching void.?.

it's come to be...

i lost it n i don't know how to get it back... i got hung up on a feeling where emotion concurred the facts... as goin on with the remains was a way to hold on... i felt closer when i needed to be so far from my mind caught up in the storm... i fell n bounced a few times over before i was able to catch my balance... n i slowly realized i have no will to feel passion for it's nothing more than a mallet... as getting near any type of desire sent fear through my heart... forcing old sensitivities to linger in the cards... as winning jus wasn't a part of the game... as long as i told myself luv will return one day... yet, there's no depths for anyone to play in... i'm as hollow as a wind tunnel giving a whirl to settle interests wanting to begin... a loss is a creature without hope... n i am that empty pit of a man as i cope... dealing with a mental way of life... overthinking every fine combed detail so that pain doesn't find me laughing along with the hype... i believe i've convinced myself that i can do it on my own... slipping into the solitude that has captured all the good never to be shown... as even the lonely nights are a sigh... for the chaos of so called devotions cannot lie... as there's an ease in sleeping without a body attempting to get attached... having no need in attractions that only catch the eyes candy as thoughts can only get trapped... i think i'm full of shit but i've come to be ok with how things are working out... funny thing is some yrs ago i would've slapped me for releasing these words from my mouth... though it as real as the heartbeat that sometimes aches in my chest... knowing it's me that deserves my best...

it knows...

it knows what it wants... running around within trying to hide from unwanted luv... only needing a strangers face to appear... to rid the confusion settled into dreams with hands to feel... allowing attractions to stretch as wide as possibilities can reach... waiting on a comfort the mind knows will never leave... it knows the details in which it seeks... so defined in a laugh that stares are felt as dreams... coming to life before the eyes... as a type n kind is all in the same to be as picky as height n size... for it to the smile it cannot lie... it knows what it's given into in the past... that crave that ripped sense open to determine a more sensible grasp... wanting what it feels is the answer to sharing life... falling into arms for the sake of the remainder of a lifetime...

from deep...

often the thoughts wonder if tears weep from the heart... building in an overflow until they reach the truth in the eyes... as the mind cannot settle the rush of emotion damn near begging not to be torn apart... as the leaking flows from depths drowning in such a pain so unwanted there is a chocking sighs... as if the sensitivities got to close to a stranger n felt a lie grab a hold of worth... allowing the best of what's to give go to waste... resulting in the shower of betrayal falling from wells having one use in unnecessary words... ridding the well being of self as the dreams n desires befriend passion that claimed a luv's escape... in a pouring of trust gone like a poof in the wind's moan... the curiosity drifts to think does the ache arise from the texture of the ticker... as if punctured to release the drizzle of tenderness' comfort sitting alone... to ease the pressure of the flow to roam as freely as the hurt can get it over with even quicker... unable to keep it all in for the torture penetrates reality changing for the better... as the end to appear is an unwanted visual seen behind the eyes... riding the current from somewhere deep enough within to mangle a couple of birds feathers... as time continues to tweak the feeling of a loss so great it lingers with silent whines...

i don't want what they want...

fuck ur beauty... even though that's a part of what turns me on... everyone can tell ur a cutie... yet it's deeper than the flesh i see torn... ur vanity is second to the one i seek... so set it down n talk to true expressions worn... ur not the only one in need... beneath the prettiness in which u hide... come on out n i'll bare what it is u cannot see from within... we only have this one life... n my face would feel much better with u stretching my grin... as is with no need to put on a face... no masks are required to tell it like it is... as it's u jus being who u are that's so fuckin great... able to settle down in a moment worth a convo away from the self admiration of a blown kiss... i like the mature side of ur natural state... the real version that resides beneath the skins arrogance... so have a seat n relax as we can clear the slate... knowing i'm witness to a different type of preference... yeah u got it n all... but is that the only thing ur willing to be.?. being tossed around like a beach ball in the sexual intent of thoughts... walk away from the mirror long enough to breathe... become human n feel a lil something that ain't into the hype of the show... one willing to chill out n ease up on the visual display... we all need someone to treat us as if we're their own flow... i jus wanna see ur modest presence in true form kicking off shoes to laugh as if today was ur very own bday...

movements...

it ain't even sexual even though i'd break u the fuck off... rockin u through the night until my cock goes soft... i'm more than game... it's like fuck it, imma leave the use of the page blank... 

what happens in the middle of a mood of intimate movements would be on the hush... never to reach eyes nor ears other than ours jus so u know there is trust... creating beautiful sounds made for only two... defining who is actually who's... with a sacred confirmation in lips that tell no tails... as they'd be to busy making certain a use can never fail... rolling with the thunder deep in the night as the rain isn't the only thing wet... so lets... i'd spark u up to have light in my life... diggin in to depths that take me to the confines of ur mind... able to see myself in the patterns of ur eyes shape shifting to the joy u bring to me... following my movements clinging to the texture of ur skin adapting to dreams... oh how the soothe of the touch could straighten out the mindset to rest... laying snug to the feel of u laid up on my chest...

repulsive intimacy...

unable to respond to terms that demand luv... watching how nostrils flair to counter the act of the rush... the heart always gets in the way before the mind can be certain... friends fade from turning up the flame roasting the smoke from curtains... with another end talking toodles... trying to make sense of the mental estate of another's drawn up doodles...  there's an adjusting to their inability to attempt to protect the most sacred piece of self... witnessed is eyes catching reflections of impatience hurrying the motion for emotions to melt... being sidestepped in a slide that moves away from the dancing of passion... forcing the chaos of relations to find a foe prior to ever knowing the roundabout of actions... done from the neglect of comprehension in selfish wants as now is to be given... listening to the babbling of fairy tale like tones designed to create a belief driven... reaching beyond needs of slow n steady to get to a more sound peace of mind... for turning on immaturity's is a must for they are unhealthy to thoughts that get intertwined... there's a refusal to be concurred by a feeling of hope... to put trust in a stranger as if the one within is not enough to believe is already home... yet, the glamour of desires getting what they want is a necessity to the weak... blaming others who are willing to wait on their own time to come other than the pain claiming them due to unfulfilled dreams... luv'rs chase the feel with a scamper until a bomb explodes in plain sight... oblivious to how fingertips bounce from the skin once the smile steps back to reevaluate what rests in between the lines... as chuckles ride vibes loosened so free can remain in the truths... having a distance pause n restrain interest denying a falsely represented use...

a sense of trust...

tip taps touching the walls of my heart.. can u hear them trying to reach ur ear.?. they are alive due to u coming around... awakened to feel ur offer of luv found... as friends is a belief only ur eyes can speak... creating an ease in a thump finding rhythm as words breathe... telling expressions to enjoy the tone set upon the lips... even when silence allows us to rest with u snuggled up to my ribs... the comfort of knowing we have a chance to be more than thought could ever concoct... opening the mind with a playful lil knock knock...as my hands unlock places within that has felt the void up close n personal... n the best part is i do not havta ever ask u to be merciful... ur the wait worth evolving for... the whispers that caress' the face ever so adored... having nights filled with what daydreams are made of... from the dawns slip into the early mornings light there's a sense of trust... moving as to be still enough to gather desires that now have an aim... becoming a piece of depths stepping out into the open air jus to listen to the way in which u say my name...

ends of friends...

friends can never follow relations once the emotion dies... there's way to much bs that comes up that forces a bitterness to resent the good times... overshadowed with the splitting on hearts released in palms... as it's parting ways to feel secure in arms where fingers jus don't have claws... lost to the happily ever after is a dead end wanting a new direction where their face doesn't exist... fighting off the memories long enough to get on with the sensitivity of a fresh set of lips... hoping if days come as slow as the rush is willing to wait it'll finally play out... in an outcome where a lifetimes rests on the only one to remain intact even when everything seems to go south... yet it's yet to see seen through eyes that can only make believe in such dreams... the distance always loses a luv'd on who's still alive n living doing what it is they do to keep away from the screams... knowing it wasn't worth the knowing of who we thought someone was... it's for the best to turn n find a different place to loosen to desires more than jus discussed... forced to try when an attempt is in the ease of a natural current flowing with the wind... people fade into the back of the mind for what's considered to be self finding that irresistible grin... awaiting someone who's willing to pull through it all n not once falsely speaking from depths... becoming more than another thought of what the fuck is left... as the possibility of it lasting is as rare as it coming true... witness to the ends of friends once again rest in the silence feeling the chalk outline drew...

unco... (something extraordinary or unusual)

the stranger u never knew, walks up  from outta the blue... as ur attention grasps their face in a moment of truth... straight over to u like it was in some sort of dream casting u into actions that leap... they lean in to spill a few words worth a mentioning as sighs breathe... as the heart calls for a moment to witness something rare finding marks on a checklist... meeting an approval that sends emotions on a hunt for use to awaken from a stillness that wound up restless... watching how every movement they make has a sway made of proof... wanting so easily to give in to rip loose with the fame of luv to fulfill the needs carried through sound in a quiet room... a no one done with the roaming of hope running from lusts... crushing on eyes setting sight on a flush image so soothing passion is no longer hushed... reaching for u hand to take a walk along side a drifter jus to talk... damn near shocked they knock on the door of ur very own surprise baring strengths n flaws... thinking how beautiful life would be if they'd jus be that timeless friend on the other side of the hype... being ur type of illusion in the flesh where smiles cling to pride releasing the reigns to shine... the unknown passerby that changes the feel of all that's lingered in life that rearranges... as the capability of comfort ranges from the unspoken depths to the never ending story yet to be written on empty pages... coming along to redirect intent without ever asking for anything so wasting away isn't a thing... bringing a fresh sense of strings to create a song as lyrics are heard in the thumping of a forever everything...

it's all about self...

it's always what self wants... refusing luv'rs to be more than an attraction as to fall into luv... selfish acts of the heart defines those who are allowed to stay... picking at the edges to get to the center of worth tamed... n if the vibe isn't fed it's onward we go... as solo as the yesterdays questions to who possesses the glow... creating a feeling stretching the face with expressions as long as self gets what we want... n as the newness wears from the tingle it's over before blinks can read the fine print of the font... seeking another to cater to our own thrills... seeing who has it in them to give with free will... going from one to the next trying to receive the dreams caught up in the mind... opened for a chance to be shown that self matters for a moment to live life... prior to the disappearance of hands groping the curves winding around sighs... shaping silhouettes with details capturing features that no longer hide... wanting one thing n that's self to be happy with our damned thoughts... n every one of them are sick n twisted with flaws so ever fuckin raw...

fuck it...

who in the fuck wants to face letting yet another friend go.?. wasting time on the rush of emotions that claim to have finally found home... listening to the pain once they walk away speak... to have that one person attachments clung to leave... what's the point of relations when everyone flings them to the side as another lesson learned.?. when voices in the middle of luv  aren't heard... catering to ones own selfish wants n needs... ok with saying fuck it standing before what used to be... allowing it to slip from the crave that changes in time... why in the fuck is it an attraction to come n go without a friend made that'll last outside the mind.?. as the fuel chars the memory in a loss the one day is too vague to remember... as if tongues never meant words that become dismembered... losing the taste of lips that once was the flavor of life... where in the fuck does the nerve come from to ignore timeless sighs.?. whispering what the fuck when alone like the disbelief is unreal... as the fade happens in plain sight when the heart begins to squeal... fighting to remain jus for the end to come n take it all away... when nothing ever stats the same...

in between dreams n reality...

another early morning awakening in fear... feeling the fading of luv's grips that got so near... yet without a face to go with the depths touched... coming to with a sense of hope crushed... it was the crave that provoked tears to slide into reality... as the eyes cracked to see the morning come back to life to hear self breathe... to lay still with that old familiar linger of empty thoughts... replaying prior attempts in the mind that has been claimed as a loss... emotion tore the walls of dreamland down... turning on self once again before the sun came up for shadows to be found... reminding self of the silhouette trapped within... that faceless foe that cripples motion wanting to simply grin... plucked from a distant comfort the heart woke up n felt what it refuses to ever adapt to again... committed to refraining from harmful memories as movement removes the ball n chain... rising from the pillow to face better times awaiting a smile worth the stretch... knowing self is afraid to sleep in the dark without being able to control la la land's twist to be fetched...

real attractions...

beautiful individuality speaks when genders are put aside... hustling to whatever needs to be done... met in the middle of getting it in no matter what needs to be learned... claiming the rights to the truth of the one... rounded out in life's twist where men n women havta play roles to get along... a single mind is what's attractive to details attending self for there's no limits to what one can do... setting aside rules that place others in categories of suppressed into a designed way to be... giving a use to the level of friendship where anything is time spent helping emotions move... free from the box wrapped up so neatly by societies control to define the differences of people going with the flow... drifting along shaking the head of why are so many afraid to be who they are to be without fingers pointing that jus do not matter... the purest thing known is to allow self to be able to do all n the above without chores claiming the mind... as a way of life is to take care of self as another adds to the same expectancy to live to the fullest of capabilities before time is shattered... gathering all the lost skills never set out to concur... real attraction is in the way of willingness to evolve from a trained aspect of do's n don'ts... opening a lazy mind so self doesn't havta depend on anyone holding in hand what self can do on our own... having a different kinda ease that helps with tasks where another can do the same as self who will never say won't... ready at any moment to truly grind with another up for a lil fun... in home or out in the cold the difference is the eagerness that comes with a full package having worth... turning likes into a luv... where actions speak louder than words...

unaided comfort...

to remain single as other's eyes jus don't grasp the content within... always looking up at the ceiling as days fade into the darkness lived... feeling joy in a different kinda freedom jus wanting someone to touch... fearing if fingerprints ever felt the vibe ever again it would end the resurrection of self running from luv... in a singular mindset one is dependent on thoughts creating joy outta thin air... as no one knows how to entertain another without emotions fuckin things up beyond repair... so the head to the feeling of retreat jus needing to have a lil mercy om the heart... done with the spinning days that never move with the confusion of a use to fall in n outta ever new start... the mind begs emotion to ease the empty distance settled in to the texture of hope... forcing thoughts to consider there might be jus one that doesn't mind being alone... locked into a mental mind frame twisted from realities grip... with a changed thought process that makes sense to a drifter so silent breaths cannot be heard from hushed lips... in a loners lifestyle determined to avoid simplicity wanting beneath the survival mode alive n awake... believing it's better to be hated than to be luv'd when friends aren't erected from a passerby with such a lovely face... n it's the vanity that kills the joy desperately attempting to sink into pores deeper than a shadow could ever reach depths... in a moment in time where the lack there of chaos is all that's left... getting along with a soothe that speak more truths than another ever spit words into open space to be caught by ears that take in the lies... as every time someone comes around to wanting to get behind enemy lines the question seeks the one answer of, why.?.

fading promises...

when promises are keep past the point of expectancy the heart lingers on the words that spoke, "no matter what"... to be there if they ever need a friend is no more than a feeling lost in a drift as emotion is to pause trying to recalculate luv... as thoughts so vivid remember the depths of truths one can no longer hang on to yet was meant from within a place that cannot lie... feeling the tones used to expressed such joy in having that one person around that lips were aimed for a purpose captured in the mind... living with pieces of images clinging to the use of a chapter in life's lil way of where pages have been torn... still holding on to the symbolism of passion lost somewhere in the a past that got away with the way smile were worn...  plan shot with a crossfire of crossbows that never was released from cupids flick... the best thing ever was sworn a friendly face for a lifetime that somehow becomes bs shoved down deep so no one knows the use in the twist... finding the bottom every now n again to recollect on how it felt to whisper three syllables  across the comfort of pillows... as the wonder wanders around in silence in moments alone distancing self from others claiming to lift spirits higher than the levels of prolonged lows... though there is no evading what is real when the eyes seek peace they cannot seem to find in a touch falling from fingertips for the circulation of breaths on the neck was pure intent... moving to a flow so soothing the stillness in motion was identified as the answer of assurance never to be left to rot in the memories raw content...