free to feel...

giving the chance to go with the making of friends. to stop overthinking the process n be until it ends. allowing the outcome to gain my trust. damn, one hasta look at it this way if they truly wanna be luv'd. opening up with the thrill of getting to know someone new. gotta stop fighting others showing interest so the heart can move. loosening back up to the makings of the thrill in the way relations plays out. to gain the possibility of what could be when comforts crave to be found. n all the lil things that add up along the way. all details of the creation of two as one molding temptation expressed upon the face. free to feel the purity of willingness to gain happiness with accepted flaws. no ones perfect in a world hiding from a use that reflects self stuck in a pause. so to recognize there's a glitch is to correct the tussle that's gone on too long. outright believing in another as to confess the exhilaration building as time strolls along...

misplaced is the joy...

lost in a great big ol world, not knowing where to go. seems time won't slow for a moment to find a lil place called home. work, eat sleep n one or two other things n that's that. every day tends to be the exact turning of events of excitement lacked. as hanging on is not just a term spoken behind closed doors. there's things life hasn't been able to show to the heart wanting more. misplaced is the joy now a stagnant irritability of having to move forward without a special type of friend. when it's the walls listening to everything going on in between the panes. looking out windows not knowing in which direction happiness will occur. holding hostage the emotions waiting another chance to give worth. whispering damn way to often when no one else is ever around. missing the way it felt to free intent to play with the makings of luv found. a wrong turn was taken somewhere in the middle of losing focus and redefining what it'll take to live. with so many rules to havta decipher through just to allow self to tickle a rib. to ride the vibe so this drifting has a place it can slip into. finding a bit of comfort before the end comes to claim its take too soon. n yet the distance of not knowing the coordinates of the one thing that'll settle the nerves. the forgotten has become the issue stubbornness pretends to justify what cannot be heard. with nowhere to roam that fits the mood. memories aren't what they used to be when the sinking in is nothing like a groove. appearing to be as if an illusion set on repeat for reasons that make no sense. believing to lose again isn't an option is an excuse to never jump the fence. pickets aren't nothing but false dreams or is it just me fighting the void? trapped within meaningless echo's that mimic desperations that cannot be enjoyed...

distinctive and pleasant...

it's in the smell that comes in their natural scent.

like a pheromone self cannot contest.

as lovely as one whiff tells the truth.

carried with a linger that comforts to the soothe.

it's their aroma as if a flower so alive.

guiding the nose to perfection's reasons of why.

to feel a sense of home worn like a fragrance that cost not a thing.

with a calming affect in a single sniff brings on cuddles wanting to cling.

to breathe them in and know who they are.

through their pores the longing reaches the heart.

as the crave rushes with the pulse.

wanting to taste the savoring so freshly raw.

nothing to believe in...

i can't remember what something real ever was. it's like i've never felt it accept my flaws. n yet, it could be i passed up on the wrong ones that reached for my chest. i can't recall one time the other end of life was met. being within relations has always been a roundabout way of things. like a revolving door spinning to let one out n another in. the memory slips on the thought of faces becoming a blur in the back of the mind. somehow i've cheated myself with decisions that created a possibility that never play out to my favor through time. seems moments weren't what they were when looking back. not one single friend ever stood their grounds as an enjoyment in the hand's grasp. all the reoccurences that fill drifting daydreams are struggles to coexist. everything gained has been empty materialistic nonsenses one needs to survive. n with every hello, there's a following of goodbye's. with blank pieces of self to put back in their rightful place. there's no recollection of luv in my face. jus a confusion set aside to live while i can before even i do not exist. n that in itself is the bare minimum of the twist...

yummy yum yum...

what if we just made a mess? like we couldn't get through making dinner without our luv confessed. with you and i becoming the appetizers. tossing everything in reach outta the way as we become the kitchen's survivors. with a lil flavoring added to the skin. tasted when licked from our grins. wanting a full serving of how the crave needs more. lifting you to the counter as your feet cannot touch the floor. damn near eating you like as if you're the dessert. sitting all juicy and shit only wearing a shirt. let's say we couldn't hold it together long enough to cook a good meal. would ordering in be objected to if passion ran loose as we fondled our way into a hurricane type feel? flinging anything that isn't us to the side. groping and gripping the intensity between the heart and the mind. having our way with wherever we wind up. creating a disaster so in sync it's beautiful to simply fuck. from the sink to the fridge to being spun around. as the mouth cannot stop from sucking to provoke moans coming from the inside out. getting dirty in every sense of the word. taking full advantage of hormones exploding, knowing we can be heard. with a bit of food here n there. thrown about like our clothing torn into a tare. all within the moment of two animals releasing true intent. heating up the room once turning on the vent. what if we grazed each other over by the stove? and it turned into a sexual fantasy where desired need not be roped. until we came to a still pause. laughing and smiling for a greater cause...

as one...

if consideration was a thing that allowed another to breathe. when the load of everyday could be eased. by accepting a friend that just wants to live. so the burdens of this world isn't a solo act rambled on babbling jibs. to speak with purpose n be felt in return. giving a partnership a reason to enjoy the finer things of worth. in a situation where financial struggles allow a better way to do more if wanted to. able to settle in to arms that wrap luv in an embrace to create a mood. doing everyday with another that's in it no matter what. having the openness of a lil thingy called trust. knowing ends are met without conflict. as each kiss sinks further n further into the texture of the lips. watching motions with an attraction that'll never end. as a hand to take a walk is opened to be more than lent. waking to mornings with the one person that'll be there every fuckin day. doing their part within relations to lay as still as the night once the sun goes around with the expressions upon the face. showing the pattern of the eyes when close enough to feel breaths. smiling while unable to get enough of someone willing to play respectfully with the contents that come from the chest. going in on every detail that it takes to have them around. helping each other obtain n sustain n escape on another level of what dreams drift away to. two as one as in the same of even differences are unique individuals just being self so things have a chance to be improved. claimed by the heart that doesn't ever wanna go without their presence. as bff's in their own connection without a single hesitance. making all n the above have a usefulness more valuable than living alone. finally in a position to with an equal to go home...

Figment of the imagination...

I'm really just a memory that's gonna get shuffled in the mind from time to time. A moment paused for a lil while as time slips away from the feel of life. A drift midday is how I'm remembered to be. In a lineup of everything that never makes it to the now other than in daydreams. If I even make the cut worth the thought to take a few seconds to recall. All in all I'm no one special for I won't last past the stall. When everything changes n the chance to become comfort fades through the years. I'll remain in pieces set aside that no longer shed a tear. An afterthought that comes n goes periodically that's unwanted to say the least. I'm a blink n poof, I'm gone bcuz for me there is no need.

stubborn n unfair...

every time. the makings fall short of a happy life. with the tongue never allowed to speak on truths. damn the feelin of a real use. attempting to know someone n looking for a reason to stay. but it's always stepping away. n by golly if pieces of self ain't held from the lips wanting to speak. with the head shaking at the edge of the ease. looking down at the wtf landing me in a state of not again. in the coming of i just wanna forget about the intent of plans. getting to the good shit just isn't the way it is. as those as of lately has had more than a worth that fell to my own twist. n al that words could ever want is to tell them yes. here sits the loner in disbelief of the the breakdown consider to a fuckin mess. to cross the line would be something that just might have no return. n the mind is determined to override the hearts lessons it's forgotten it's learned. oh how the stick was a thing that was felt to keeping a few around. all in their own had an angle that had me going back for more. n yet, the end was a situation in the so long that went without them knowing the ache in my core. back to basic steps of hey with someone new. saying the same ol shit like the memory wanted to cut ties with the comfort of who was let loose. the nonsense isn't for the emotion to choose but it sure insists on showing up in the aftermath. as yesterday becomes today really super fast. forcing decision to be more sensitive to giving others a real chance by keeping to the definite no no's. n that's what's gotten this fool sitting without a friend in an empty room. missing the point of consideration that they're as human as the one in the mirror always calling it quits. just to chuckle with a fuck, just wanting to live. in the arms of a good woman able to be with her own lil flaws. as daydreams drift of the day mometns are hung upon the wall....

Peep...

There's a stare they'll be in that'll tell you everything you need to know  n as quick as it comes it'll go with the rolling of eyes. Like days that don't last forever the look is short lived. Having a limit to the thrill witnessed by the heart with so much to give. N if self isn't aware the difference of passerbys n real intent it'll hurt. Fit years with transforming faces in the mind the wonder shall consume thoughts. Trying to find a set of eyes that have that fire. With a crave nibbled from a lip that series nerves never to expire. There's a listing of self in another that occurs when sight zones in to the design of retinas. Awakening the pulse as of a candle lit to see chuckles laugh with a... Giggle that amplifies in the chest as the thumping beats. Hoping never to see tears that weep. As in the contact a smile lifts intent to limbo to the music playing the melody from within. Coming to terms with why the wait was worth the wish.

Walking lips...

From your cheek to your ear, down your neck and back up to your chin. Tasting your lips is the creation of the thrill I get when I walk my kiss upon your skin. Like steps on their own journey feeling every pitter patter from the heart. Creeping slow the crave intensifies from such a sculpted work of art. As I can feel the heat of my own breath crawl back upon my face. Being that close to you is damn near insane. Knowing what you could do to me just by cracking a smile. You're a rush of pure intensity rising to the surface with expressions wanting to live. Taking in your features as my sights linger in awe. Your beautiful in every sense of being perfectly flawed. Pulling me in to go deeper as tongues dance for a few. Oh the passion in the act is more than enough to want a lifetime of sighs on the loose. The taste of your sweat and the nibbling of you lip. The adrenaline alone is enough to make my suck on our skin. Passionately gripping at every inch of you. Mmm, the flavor of you juice. Pouring from your body as we gravitate in motion. Having one desire, to to end up in complete devotion. With smoochies from head to toe. And in the act of making out and allowing the intensity to flow. Time doesn't exist nor here nor there. As neither of us even fuckin care...

In disbelief...

The wonder itself is curious to know. How does it feel to have someone look at you without looking through you. Like there's no one else to be seen. N to have it last as self is free to loosen to the thrill of the way bodies move. Thoughts trigger questions never known. Poking at what the heart has believed is what luv is about. Just to feel it dissipate with time leading then out the door. As the head shakes off issues memories never said aloud. The wander halts the feet roaming to settle for a bit as lips ask for answers.  With the eyes opening up to witness the truth for once come from a friendly tongue. Specifically attempting to remove the confusion lingering beneath the surface. Why does it never wind up in self's favor to be entangled with the sizzle of the rush?

always on my mind...

coming outta the shower. smelling the scent of perfume of u as if your pheromones over me has powers. linger down the hall i go. into the room where you're laying all alone. there u are! ready to make a few moves on my abled heart. as one blink is all it takes n you're no longer here. damn my imagination runs with the thought of you behind me in the mirror. just to turn around n i'm standing still looking like a fool. so i try not to spin your way when suggest i look at the way u move. how am i to tell u no? so i give u your way n turn to watch your remove your shirt n you're gone again. n there's nothing but walls listening to my silliness rambling on. wishing u were upon the bed the way i visualize u with a smile fully awake. waiting on me to join your presence for your patients has been calmly stretch on your pretty face. as when i drop the towel n hit the lights to feel u close. somehow you've escaped into the night as sighs whisper a whoa. in the empty space i do one quick reach to see if u just moved. but the thrill fades from my fingertips calling a truce. with the gripping of the pillow n rolling over just for u to chuckled behind me. every night it's the same ol' thing of u appearing to leave. no matter how the crave clings to the sight of you looking cute as fuck. coming back come morning right before i head to work feeling salty wanting your luv.. you don't call n never text. maybe you're just in my head. it's possible i've lost my mind just a lil in the middle of the game i 'm willing to play. so if you would, next time, stay. you don't havta disappear prior to giving us a chance. as we pull each other close being hand in hand. as i open my eyes to find i was lost in another daydream. will it ever be?

Let it be what it is...

Cut, straight the fuck off. Hold ya ground but don't cross that line. My emotions don't wait around to be lingering in a fuckin pause. Half step me n imma flex. Bye bye quick without hesitation. Do if you're going on I'm coming up from under as a demonstration. Until you go flipping off at the gums on don't I'll I ain't good enough shit. Snip snip go get u a sucker waiting on the same ol bs. From u I could never do once u get sidetracked away from who were are. It'll vamoose the day I decide to play with my heart. Walking on it like u have that right? I can show u better than I can tell u that I don't need u in my life. I'm not the magnet to the wrecking ball u that's clamped to your ankle. We don't belong if your attacking me from different angles. Imma study u before I every get a chance to flip on me. N I'll dare u to pull your game out as I leave. No ties, no strings can hold me down. If u want some real shit ya better watch that falls outta your mouth. Playing I'm not as I'll encourage u to do better after I'm gone. That way u never come back talking about how u was wrong. Forever faded into a blur your face I won't remember.  Snuffed life s clown from the makeup thinking we'll ever get back together. I lack the give a fuck it takes if u do not know. Not I'll be good to u of your friendship is willing to grow. So tell me not what I think I wanna hear. I don't believe shit but time that whispers in my ear. Know your place m I'll do the same. But if I havta turn n walk away, I don't ever wanna see you face. Friend or for determines on how u go about me in your sights. We can get it in or let the feeling die. It's your choice of what you become to me. N if I'm not out, I'll didn't you from my dreams. No head space will every be fixing to such a hought. So come at me if u will not that I know I ain't soft. As harsh as your own intent done away with just bcuz fuck u too. I'll shake u loose. I'm not gonna sit around babysitting what could if been if the betrayal is what it is. Your name will meet again come from my lips for u simply will not exist. But at that point I need not ask did I ever to u. Wisely removed...

The flow...

Holding on to time like water slipping through my hands. What I cannot seem to catch evaporates again n again. N all I'm trying to do is to see if luv truly exists. But like the rain it comes n goes with every drip. As different storms roll through with variables of chaos along the way. Bringing depths with altering meanings to slide down the face. From the drowning to the swim of the backstroke the floating will always be. It's insane to stay in one place for very long other than in ones own dreams. For one cannot luv a frozen stiff. Nor melt the solid form of an icy heart for anything more than a quench of the lips. N even that leaves the body like years running their coarse. The touch dries out in dehydrated palms wanting the moisturize the grin as emotions in between partners create a reason to explore. To taste each drop of sweat so the flavor of another is known. All prior to the thirst returning to the tongue needing a down pour of hope...

To give in...

To matter is to fall back away from self. To allow another to feel contents without guilt. As conversations doesn't speak of the solo act. Yet believing in a cause that is consistent with the facts. To be someone with specifications other than to self on the defense. Having a purpose on the outside looking in to the reasons that make no sense. Knowing luv isn't a emotional suicidal fear that overwhelms the use. Awakening from a sleep that imprisons worth is to adjust to the proof. As eyes open to precision willing to accept how to live again. With a better sense of determination allowed to flow so smoothly it settles nerves in the hands. To be steady n calm for the gripping of truths held loosely. Like a grope feeling on something as real as depths moving. To be that factor to another that stands corrected in their own. For self is as is with eyes that can show intent reviving the hidden treasure buried in the shallows of the shore. To become the beach with a sunrise that falls with the horizon come dawn. Believing they were out there all ain't...

Alert n aware of who I am...

As quick as the tongue can be too tell someone to fuck the fuck off. Laughs rise from a chuckle thinking the shits funny as they consistently chase luv. Claiming to have a need for a friend they haven't met. Birds on both hands find humor in the attachment flung from the chest. As the digging isn't for just anyone to shovel the depths from within. Funny is the character believing I'm the same ol go along with their endless fake grin. Oh the stories that rack up are plenty in full of something to learn from. N to watch em try to get away from what the dark cannot see is a sight I can as beat on the drum. Pounding inches into the mind that switched up on the release ranting more. But yet, intent isn't too hurt but to one by one see if they have it in them to expose their true core. With a decision to flip the switch on or off. I'm not shy for either way to adjust to the makings of like prior to luv. In a info needed scenario where time tells which wave to swim. I'm not for the fuckery of the same ol bs in which ever other hopeless romantic lives. I'm as fast as they come with the turning off a cheek bcuz I can't do the fake smiles. That aimed in my direction to change my mindset instead of relating to who it is I am worth the while. Like lighting I redirect my presence into the unknown once truths are known. I'm not a player but I realist that insists on the good life just wanting to go home. I'll dismiss any n all that demand me to be anything less than who it is I've come to know. Bcuz of it's too be I'd rather be totally fuckin alone. Although it's the affection I crave that never comes with what I need to open up. Too be is to live n see where days wind up never trying to purposely cause pain to another's rush. Due to I get the the be reasonings that are tucked behind me the lip wanting to speak out loud. Attempting to get to me somehow as I'm one step ahead of the malarkey holding my ground. I'm no fool to the game even though I'm willing to witness someone come along n spark a crave. As I awaken to the pulse of middle fingers lowering to the realization of a purpose to commit to a friendly face. I'm nothing special but I have me n that's all I know. Until the ease comes along to loosen up the details I protect from the desperation of hope. I'm a lil more with it than to give in to the basics of another not knowing ones own worth. I'm on some other shit that's evolved from the every other goof losing the fight bcuz the heart cannot think before it begins to sputter n spurt. One step ahead n laying back I'm not wanting to be seen for there's too many eyes lurking about. With a giggle that disrupts a vibe demanding to sync with my own melody to create a sound. N as it would be nice to find a rhythm with someone genuine I cannot resist, I feel I'm on my own. Awaiting the moment where when the turning of the away isn't a possibility slowed.

I want you...

I just wanna fuckin touch you. Sexually intriguing me is what you do. To feel you close enough for me to enjoy. I loosen to the thrill to fulfill the void. Sensual motivating is the crave with the way you move. I'm addicted with an attraction n a uncontrollable appreciation for your curves. I want you naked n willing to let me play with your worth. It'll be my pleasure to serve you in the moment of us. I'm eager to express myself through consistent thrusts. To hear your moans call to me not to stop. As passion drives my kink to push limits to bring you out. Adapting to the way I drop to my knees n taste you with my mouth. Mmm, how my pulse spikes thinking of kissing on your body like I could never stop. Licking your from back to front as you're bent over leaning in to my face buried in your orgasms as you pop. Grr, the feeling I get just looking at your skin. The way you intensify desires sucking on you lips. Satisfied I am to admit it's you that triggers my hormones. Adjusting I am to the makings of luv rolling with the escaping tones. Ooooh, say my name as I lost myself in your sighs clinging to me head. I wanna hear you as you come undone laying in my bed. Finding comfort to speak your legs for the compassion of my tongue to slide. Nice n slow as your breathing intensifies. Hips rotating to the swivel going on down between your thighs. Back arching n fingertips digging into me as you come to life. The imagery excites me in ways I cannot deny the to dominate you. To show you it's ok to give in n submit to me eating your woos. As I pause to collect myself in disbelief. Damn, if the sight of you doesn't give me an escape wanting to be relieved. To insert my girth deep inside of your depths. Until my skills fulfill your needs dripping wet. Falling in luv with every second of our night as we go. I can't help but to define you as home...

to live again...

the deeper the luv the more distant the fall will tare the heart from the chest. losing more than luv at the top of giving all of self just to swim within the mess. weight drags emotions by sweet spots that were never meant to feel such pain. n the dig lasts forever as the attempt to remove the thrill doesn't wanna hate. the twist that evolves from such a good thing changes the inner makings building metaphorical walls hiding the throne. as the linger goes on n on for some time bcuz it meant more than they will ever know. having that one that no one will ever compare to is a belief that will fade if allowed. with a thought that sticks in the head claimed by memories never forgotten. to resurrect the remains for a better day to come n remind the smile that they were only a step as self was softened. showing a human beneath the texture that transforms to live again. it's the beauty of the art of healing n learning just bcuz it can....

Are you real?

What is it you're looking for? Is there a something in the way of wanting something more? A silhouette, a souvenir or a simpleton? What is it you want?  What is that in your eyes staring in my direction? i'm getting leary n a think I need protection. The familiarity of it feels like home n I don't know why. What is it you seek in my sigh? Honestly, for some reason it's as if you'd wish I'd stick around. Somehow actually wanting to feel me out. Maybe I'm seeing things, idk. It's just when you say my name, I don't feel so alone. There's a strangeness of the sound lingering by your choice. But I cannot understand why you make such noise. I've noticed something I just cannot pinpoint thus far. Maybe you don't realize you're doing it or you're trying to leave a mark. I can't piece it together. Am i supposed to be more than a luv'r? I believe that look is having its way with me trying to figure it out. stop it now. Truthfully, it appears you could use someone like me n idky. It's possible I'm reading u wrong n it's ok if you'd rather end this night. I just may be avoiding what hasn't even crossed your mind. As I'm trying to look away before you see me trying to hide. Yeah, the shit's scary asf. But damn if you don't remind me of the feeling i lost back when I believed in luv. It's strange like a stranger I've always known. But the distance between us is for actions to be shown. Or maybe I'm tripping on the thought because of the visual that isn't real. As my imagination brings you to life so i too can feel...

That dark place...

Forward shadowing back then. Sitting still. Rocking. Looking back. Heads shaking. It's not stopping. Repeating, all I remember are the walls. All I remember are the walls. All I remember is thinking about what's to come. Holding off on life. Stagnant. The nothing owned me there. No memories to claim. Stuck to nothing like a magnet. Hearing whispers chant, all I remember are the walls. All I remember are the walls, all I remember...

Gotta get up. Do something. Make it worth it. Loosen up. Get out. Live. As the gibberish taunted me, I wanted feel alive, I wanna feel alive, I wanna feel. With a fading future. There must be a way. Losing the me that was so pure. People are fake. Whispering to self  it's all for nothing. I don't feel the same. As the gibberish never lies when alone. As the gibberish speaks freely. The gibberish needed to leave me alone...

Utilizing the whole package...

If you're looking to save me from myself, don't. N if your expecting me to reciprocate the same gesture, I won't. Taking self away doesn't change who we are. Yet free to be could do wonders for the heart. Giving it a nudge to witness its response.  Damn near reviving the pulse to awaken for reconnaissance. I wouldn't stop you from touching what your curiosity wants to know. It could just be the crave in which I myself have waited too show. It's better to add to the makings eyed cannot see than to turn inside out. The comfort of comprehending such composure is as attractive as lips physical attributes tasted by the mouth. To get is to get closer enough to where context never becomes flush. Arousing pleasures on all levels into a handlebars of luv. Where the mind rests is where the heart will follow until there's nothing left to access. As it creeps away with thoughts as it wanders to be found at best. So to be emptied by saving by self from self just isn't something that intrigues me. We must be who we are n not a false sense of our own realities. Reinvent ourselves before like we're not good enough for the moment to share us together n with. Just live and adapt to new beginnings awaiting your bliss...

front...

i get why you feel you havta do it all by yourself. nothings ever worked out in your favor n you've never truly been felt. damn, don't ask me how i know. just trust a stranger when i relate to the feeling of being alone. as strength comes from somewhere within. like some sorta miracle that forces a calm as if you've never belonged to where you've ever been. i can comprehend the feeling of drifting through life n making the best of things. seems that consists of wondering from time to time of why we get trapped in dreams. moving a lil different than a past time when the heart was free to play. if you don't havta count on anyone, there's no way you'll ever lose again. as if that's fair game for the mind to have that kinda control over emotions being banned. thoughts go astray in the mix of whispering fuck luv. the secrets behind closed doors aren't as foreign as you'd think for i understand the definition of a crutch. leaning inward to where no one can see you banging on your inner chest to escape. pretending it's all cool for there's nothing left to give to another so called friendly face. as the lie can't even look you in the eyes as your reflection appears here n there. n stop me if i'm wrong but you're lingering in depths wanting to surface to rise just one more wave until you're fantasies are bared. but i won't expose you hiding what this you've shoved down beneath where anyone can reach. i'll just gather the rest of my words n leave...

Rhetorically elicit...

If you were somehow buried in smile, what would my face mean to someone like you? N if I was to took away your access to me, would you mind if I cit you loose? Once you've gotten used to me being around everyday like we'd never part. As you couldn't get to with the backlash of the harsh heart chard with venomous remarks. Who would I become if I felt toy weren't my type after the mingling had begun? Maybe a mongrel in your eyes you believed in with the rush of luv. Will I be that monster that haunts your nights when I'm nowhere to be found. As you can hear your own breaths come to life in a twisted sense of ouch. Do you think about the day I say goodbye as I disappear back into this world? No longer claiming you as a friend nor exploring the comfort of you used to being girl. If I knew what was wrong with why you and I could never go the distance we seek. N I told you truthfully if rather do my own thing and set myself free. How would you feel in the end of us holding on by yourself with time at stake? And how long before the pain let's go will you get the helping back in your face?  Knowing it wasn't shit to remove your from my everyday fuckin day. Would you wind up bitter and hating the sound on my name? Looking at someone else as if they're gonna abandon you the same exact way I did. I get it, but of we don't tell well never live!

Weightless interaction...

Leave your bad habits at the door and come on in. Have a seat as the real you without all the weight spreading you thin. Just feel the vibe on my true intent wanting to talk. It's ok to relax for a bit so we can ease into a pause. Even if words need not doing sound as we sit in the silence as friends. Loosening to the comfort creating a will to behave so it's a win win. Bring yourself to seeing me with you eyes closed. As mine shut to know you in a deeper sense without desperation of hope. In a moment that'll come to an eventual pass of clarity as an as is. Simply be n and leave when your ready to get back to the live you live. You're free to choose the flow in which you come and go. Like breeze lingering into my life on your way home. I'm just me willing to speak or hear you out maybe it's you day or wants and needs that seek a conversation. Reason with me as we relate to each other to allow the spark of a new sensation. Able to come from within and show a stranger the human side of us. Triggering a like if at all possible to be seen in true form awaiting all and the above to accept the creation of a crush. Rare and raw and bared to the sound of a voice pulsating with the heart. Silencing the irritation of flags flapping in the winds of alarms...

Unveiling the Vail...

Words of war transform from the betrayal of luv's pour. Overfilling the chalice for the battle to begin. Just pay limits of hope to make it through. Someone hasta lose for the game to live. Bitter lips drip in the ends of passion fading away. Weaponizing emotions for future claims reaching for an answer of their own. The resistance creates humor to adapt to strangers yet to awaken from dreams. As armor is warn to absorb blows swung from tongues on the loose as proof of another foe. Ready is the warrior brave enough to engage as self on the rise. Clashing in heart to heart combat that creates space to evolve. Going the reigns to ride without company until alliances form to be true. With a mentality that doesn't conflict with a resistance to come slowly to a halt. Making nights burn raging fires as a decoy to lure enemies away. Protecting the valley within from higher grounds gained. So the opening at the gate doesn't create another battleground waiting it's turn. As the drawbridge is lowered from the inside to only those that can comprehend there's no need to fight for worth...

Free me...

I don't want it.

Cut me open, rip it loose, tare it out.

You can take it.

Save it, feel it, tell it what you've found.

Sink in to the fake shit.

Keep it, caress it's ego, burn it down.

Don't taste my lips.

With a twisted kiss, get away, the pressing isn't aloud.

I can't take it 

Make a slit, reach on in, clean me out.

I don't like it.

It's all yours, for the taking, take it now.

The luv fades quick.

Use it fast, feed on the pulse, spew venom from thy mouth.

Pluck out the roots.

Dig in, get your hands dirty, stems from the ground.

Watch it move.

Play the wiggle, finger fuck it, listen to the ouch.

I call a truce.

From the inside out, pulled from depths, hoe me down.

Get a good look.

Chopping at the bits, piece by piece, ounces to pounds.

It doesn't belong in here.

Grab n tug, free me, the heart is done with the bow.

Kill it n let me live.

I need new, a release, the escape of wow.

Ten prints landing within.

Double stuffed, emptied by you, removing the clown...

Patiently waiting...

Confidence appears to be a weakness in the eyes of those that cannot get in. As a defensive word or to about being broken is muttered into the wind. Seems when one is during enough to go at life alone is not seen as a individual done with the shenanigans. Rather it's gazed upon as a fear that doesn't allow the beholder to live again. The rejection tells on others who wanted the chance to become not just another face. The falling away speed their remarks of belittlements aimed at the corrections within self they haven't an idea of standing at gates. Yeah the shit gets lonely but damn if judgements don't eat up n accept they just ain't the one. It's a no harm no fowl situation where feelings arrive to the scene too soon for depths to go with the rush. Willingness hasn't a thing to do with just anyone will do when flying solo. Vibes have frequencies that attach themselves to anything from the crave or a fuck no. N only one had the capabilities to dig on without a resistance applied. N yet pack of comprehension to the facts had passerbyers walking away with hurts faces knowing reasons of why. Although self isn't out to mislead so the confusion is theirs in the making of they feel less than what they're worth. As their side of the interaction is more than considered at they're heard. Resulting with an arsenal or vernal suggestions that poke at a past self is no a part of. N the thought comes to mind  that what would they say later on in the unwinding to get to know them if  there was an actual touch of luv. Decisions claim moments that make or break the clinging of bodies come nightfall. As they retreat back into the world to gather themselves for another to find with an, at last.

Slow and easy...

Move slow with the emotion so it doesn't spread so fast. Wildfires are know to cause chaos as memories get chard into a past. Like stromg winds pushing the moment into the future that never lasts. Feeling the grip hold its own just to be released from sizzling grasps. With burning bridges that are metaphorical to rise from the blaze. Lingering in the phase that creates a so called new face. Expressing prior features inviting the same ol gestures as welcoming of hate. Slowly but quicker than expected as the losing of another friend the mind fights to eventually escape for to endless mistakes. There's no need in enemies drifting in luv's capture due to passion forgets about the compassion of thought overlooked. Overriding comprehension lost from the ignition that sparks the chance took. As hope becomes desperation just wanting to smile so long can continue on the positive side of rewriting self's own book. Nice easy will avoid the confusion that protects sacred heartbeats that need not be shook.

Something simple...

And what if a fella doesn't wanna go out. Let's say staying in n cooking with a side of chatting is more like it. Just wanting to see the real you in action. Putting aside this world for a few. In a real situation to see if the flow can move. Leaving the house of false resorts outside where they belong. Attempting to witness how the evening lingers along. Maybe even sit outback n have a cold one or two. Simply too ease back so the mood can be the proof. Either at your place or mine. Taking a break from the wonders of life. Allowing self to be seen in rare form. As the connectivity responds to how smiles are worn. Feeling the soothe settle nerves for a bit. With something that truly isn't too extravagant. Jus you n I relating face to face. Hoping there's a next time bcuz I don't wanna stay to late. Would you believe time is patient if you saw it with your own eyes? There's no rush bcuz all good things will eventually come to life. So what if a fella just wants to get to know the real you? Are you willing to be seen as is so you know who's who?

Strangers friends n old flings.

There will forever be someone else who's better for them. Whether you play the role for a lil while or step away, you're just there to allow them to vent. No matter the belief in the brief moment that is soon to pass. The day will come to turn s new page where your existence isn't a piece of their lives n it moves so fast. One can either play it safe n keep the heart from the pain yet to consume the facts or consider digging back in. Encountering another suicide mission that becomes a replica of every other that comes to go with a grin. No one's truly looking the one within when seeking a friend to drift in time with. It'll be short lived in which they all have a limit they're willing to give. It's harsh to accept alone is a better way to be than to endure the failures with a filter over they turn for the worst. Losing another that said they'd stick around but fell shy of the promise that hurts. Just to witness a new set of eyes that will sooner than later look at another the way they do with every other relationship. Kissing sighs from lips that mean nothing in the long run of pet names given that sounds exactly the same as laughs tickled from the ribs. As life continues the cycle until the body rests to escape it all. Into a different kinda whole where the torture cannot fall...

Stagnant...

Past the point of thoughts consistently over thinking. Over the facts that the social scene is all about the drinking. The fading has gone so far into the shadows thy face is only seen in pictures captured by selfies. N the smile hides a deeper sense of worth lingering without a cause to help thee. The heart wants life that the mind shields it from. Damn confliction of interests feels like a war fought in the throat that's being hushed. As the body is leaving towards being felt better it has no soak left to feed desires. The inner makings are a neverending blaze wildfire smoking that will not simmer no matter how tired. There's a line where the toes rest as eyes await the day it's crossed n life can go on. Prior to what's left behind as it's begin the mourn. Stagnant n self oppressed the battle is a moment of breaking free. Days are pulling intent near a connection that had nothing to do with hopeless dreams. That give meaning back to the reality of opening up to a movement that soothes truths. Distant from the crossfire buried between the head n chest to gain the rapture of luv...

The wonder of why...

Appearance brings out jealousy in others judging as if self has a line up of favoritism. They're always worried about who likes who as a self defense mechanism. Not knowing their false statements are a hypocritical unattractiveness. Showing they still haven't gotten over their past or assume foolishness. Seems they can't just mind their own as filth leaps from their mouths. Only if they could hear themselves speak irritating sounds. Bringing others into a situation they need not partake in. Trust isn't something found too often as fake smiles grin. Hiding intent of belief in the tone disguised as a friend. But the fuse ignites on the mentions of others creating a beginnings of the end. They fear there's someone else lingering in the playbook so they belittle opposing women. N they wonder why they aren't taken seriously by men. As it's repeated by every single one that comes along. Missing the point of no one else matters when two people come to a pause...

Back then forth...

When the mind recalls self before the chaos that crippled the heart. Prior to the memory of that one person that you've allowed life to become so hard. As a past time comes to the front lines of better times. N the smile recreates the remembrance of a younger self so alive. Back when free meant to do more bcuz there's so much to learn n see. It's then is where you'll gather the pieces of everything forgotten n lost in dreams. Every little detail will remind you that they'd live still to live. Just by going on reverse to dig up what has been buried inside. Giving a reason to do it all over again with a better understanding of why. So tap in n time out until you feel like your again. All bcuz you can...

Lonely sensation...

Scenario after scenario that never evolve into a single situation. Written in lines depicting certain imitations. As if illusions gathered are to tell a story of realities mutation. Delusions unscrambled in the mind find a voice that never speaks with a volumes vibration. Even though every letter defines the relative satisfisfaction. Having a different kinds sensation that berets self as words flow into rotation. Life an investigation goin on within to reach out with a comprehensive communication. Thoughts fall into place when the findings settles for a better understanding wanting more than another nullification. As live rotates in circles while sitting in as still at patience's deliberation. Wasting time diddling around simply too correct the inner makings that crave gratification. So the claim of hearts is as mental as emotions that rise to the occasion of syncing operations. Defining they moments it takes to tweak out the details needing an evaluation. As adventures wait to be shared with what lifts the eyes up to see eutopia's final destination. No longer having to scribble down the attractions that makes self appealing  without dementia's dimension of retraction. Able to keep memories gained as the ranble continues to land here as a demonstration. There's no feeling in expressions yard aren't capable of living past a state of hibernation. Sleeping while alive as if the idle is stuck in a cycle shielded by the saturation. N I'm guilty by my own association...

Can you recall?

When's the last time you've made luv? The kind that doesn't turn into a gradual fuck. Do you remember how deep the emotion comes from when breaths begin to speed up? As the pulse syncs to another moving to the rhythm of hearts about to bust. How longs it been since you've felt a slow unwinding of moans escape from within you? Feeding a luv'r the sound of perfection as purpose goes into strokes going woo. Using to pause from the intensity of the moment livening up you mood. Just to gasp from a single taste bud sliding across that one nerve that works you loose. Can you recall the passion reaching for more than the flesh kissed and teased. As each finger touched with precise elegance that speak to intent whisper , yes please! Having a raw compassionate interest clinging to desires will to play. When's the last time someone made you cry in such a great way truths leak down your face?

twinkle twinkle...

With that how in the fuck did I find you look in your eyes. Get on over here and touch me with that fulfillment that brings meaning to my life I like that share when I turn around and your all over me with a visual hmm. I'm not gonna lie bcuz when your don't looking I feel a hunger of mmm. Let's see if there's more to the physical attractions that can't help but to be seen. And give the night something to see about as well create an entanglement of got and I in a never deleted scene. Come get some of the candy you wanna taste upon you tongue. I'll meet you halfway to collide center stage with you going to your hand so luv. Hesitations won't give the moment the same clarify like if we just land somewhere in the middle of life. Ale to watch movements throughout days to come like we can't get enough of us playing like kids that's open to a new reason for of why. Put me to use bcuz I have something in mind as soon as you step my way. Oh the joy that I'll feel if we ever get past this flirtation that had claimed your face. Do you and witness how I got me reciprocating the interest that bubbles the lip. And honestly it'll only take a few seconds to lean into our very first kiss. Come and get it of you want the package that needs you to unwrap it on any which way you like. Shedding clothes is an art when bodies give in to hormones rushing to the skin felt that cannot hide. With that sigh you get when your sight is stoned in my direction. Just know I get out to but mine congress with a gimme gimme type of erection. We can play and lay around until morning and accept the fact that ever found the missing rarity that lasts. I'm right there with you as I help you to never let me pass. Saying to remember the design on your eyes as I tare down my walls. Enticing else will wait it you choose to pause. I'm right here noticing you in a crave the way I do you. If we walk away you know we both lose...