The Curves...

I didn't wanna feel your skin flowing on the tips of my fingers. Again n again n again n again. Without an end. Damn how my mind spins. Fuck the feel of the drift. I believe I was lost in the distance of a world on my own. Having a disbelief in the simplest thing of hope. I had a belief that I'd prolly never make it home. As I constantly sidestepped hands feeling their way along the fleshes moans. Fighting a mental image trapped in the middle on the mind. Carried on through the course of a long lived life. Running from the correction of the hype. I moved with the curves that sway in the depths of night. Out seeking shelter from the mystery of where to belong. wondering how everything went so fuckin wrong. I'm off the rocker never again to be so soft. Knowing it was deeper than the hormones stroked that ended in flaws. As dreams haunted the memory that returns with a sigh. Damned is a man wandering with time. Having to let go of the contents that completed the defines of one of the same kind. I'm jus glad it was a forever ago that there was a possibility of a you n an I. I shook off the imprints left to devour my heart, Felt the sizzle sparkle its very last spark. In the dues of learning the curves I composed a work of art. Placed it in words for the world to one day read how luv loses its charm...

Safe from it all...

Maybe I won't know. Maybe It'll never show. For the better so the heart don't hurt. Lying to self due to there's no point in adding to another useless worth. As even that is a twist of words telling tales trying to hide fears. Oh the believing is such bullshit no one wants to hear. When the truth is, emotion wants to live a lil more than lately. As so many with interest simply wanna verbally crucify me with a debate. Attempting to be the one that see me free. So they can enjoy what's been cooped up since the heart shut the door on dreams. It's possible I won't care if I never relate to having a reason to feel again. It's plausible to think I've crossed over into an unknown drift as a man. In a phase of freedom from restraints relations wanna shackle to fate. With a few fuck ems to escape the inevitable end awaiting depression claiming the face. Never to listen to another side of why I'm not what they thought I was. Just to endure the final chapter close on what qas said to be a different type of luv...

No attachment…

Gone on the first sight of emotion reaching out. Time expires once the feel settles the nerve touching down. There’s just no need in the surge loosened in the hearts domain. So it’s poof with the vanishing of friends fading from the gain. Taking the blame with fingers pointing in the direction of self. Creating a distance so familiar strangers can return to the same ol same felt. For limits overstepped get to close for comforts use. Just to be forgotten in the memory that will never understand a mindset piecing together the next move. Never to step outta  line due to respect is upon the lips. As convo speaks from start to finish of guidelines of space. With lanes keeping the focus peeking in the morning coming to lay upon the face. Free n mingling to the pleasures that just may come along. Living life like nothing could ever go wrong. In a solo phase where silence softens the blow before the bs leads to nowhere. Keeping a strict comprehension of entanglements so the playing is fair. Straight up n honest just until the forcing of the letting go of the more of the wanting. Rather to have the lingering of the nothing. In a less chaotic pressurized situation to be the way another demands. Lacking the looking for the approval of just another fan. Someone craving to be day in day out as a norm in the mix. N that’s when the final cut is snipped from the ties defining the twist.

Connected…

Diggin in n pulsating from the feel. Don’t curl your toes just yet. I wanna suck ‘em long before your pussy heals. Deeper in the dive teasing the drift until you’re uncontrollably wet. With licks up your legs thrown over my shoulders clinching the thrill. In n out in the motion that slides in ya depths. Touching the sacred unknown that creates a difference in ya grill. N I don’t even trying to be the best. There’s just things I wanna do in the makings of loosening up. In between the spreading of the eagle taking every inch. Knees gripping the sides of me compressed ever so flush. As all I wanna fulfill is the cravings of us. Traveling through you as if miles linger on through hormones that never end. Stretching you open to grip girth awakening your inner beast. With my tongue slurping ya neck. In my eyes you’re the lust dreamt of in dreams. Felt on a touch as our bodies grind. Moving to the rhythm of secrets being exposed. As I watch you come to life. With every thrust stroking the escaping of your moans. Speaking without words. Feeling the heat of breaths in the middle of meeting in a single kiss. Knowing in the minute there’s a moment of worth. As the climax leaves us motionless n laying in silence listening to the pounding beneath the ribs…

Waiting on an approval...

Who are you gonna run to once there’s no one to listen to your thoughts? I’m just asking so you can be honest with the realization of words that can only say so much. Truthfully I’m the aftermath of the dust clearing as friends stand in true form. Where in the fuck you gonna turn to in the makings of worth becoming a norm? It ain’t that hard to imagine when late nights reflect on the face met come mornings light. How is it you wanna live moving in the middle of somewhere called life? If you had no one to consider to have your best interest. Think, if you will of the meaning of depth surfacing to evolve in a moment to be seen frozen in the twist. Waiting on an approval to acknowledge a bit more of what’s never stepped in ways of a smooth interaction. Can you remember the last time you found a pure intellect of comforting satisfaction? Falling into levels of places that make sense. With one question of why is there a need in so many faces collected by the mental aspect? Trapping yourself in the memory that dwells without the feel of a refreshing smile taste of what matters the most. Do you ever wonder of a more defined completion of home?

outside in...

Who ever said I had a chance? Fact of the matter is women are the ones who accept the feel to be enhanced. So why would I ever believe who I find attractive would ever look my way? I’m nothing more than looking at everyday blurs even though they have a face. It seems we're all chasing opposing forces that want something else knowing we have more than what it takes to survive the hard times. So why are eyes blinded by vanity running off into the distance with another who cannot see reasons of why? Facing the truths is a matter of illusions that twist thoughts of who we're supposed to be on the from the inside out. Fact is, the lie is comforted by shallow cravings that refuse to dig into what could be found. But in order to do so we must stop n turn around so we can face those sidestepped along the way. taking into consideration that there's more to what's simply not seen. looking at attractions that don't feed sexual pleasures as much will they ever cling to the crave of the need? It's a game that creates a battle within that is as relentless as trying to find someone as close to all around perfect. Knowing self just wants a similar flaw that sinks in from the surface to explore another ever so worth it. The eyes seek a candy coated desire to fulfill the equality of what self appears to be. As the heart hopes for a masterpiece within the contents as life lived side by side as effortlessly free. Ones gotta start from the beginnings sight so the mind can confirm what's learned is a complete package that gives more that it'll ever take. Beauty subsides in the delusions of trying to peek into someone else as if it's enough to intensify the possibility of fate...

in the grey area...

it's the kissing on the hand of a luv'r that'll never be forgotten in the depths of wildest dreams. sinking into the feel of their skin upon the lips while tasting the bareness heated by the heat created by a sigh that breathes. in a moment to cherish time slowing into a damn near pause as life is lived in motion. creating a different type of existence that opens the inner makings of the child within a complete devotion. in an emotional sequence in which freedom is the release to luv unconditionally. as fingers touch palms in a slow stroke that triggers nerves surging straight to the hearts individuality. falling into a friend with the simplest gesture of one on one in a room just kicked back to be. showing facial expressions that cannot hide the feelings pulsating in the amazement in the grey area of wants n needs. one little press of the flesh against the cheek tells of the comfort halting to calm the rush. as air gives way for two to interact in a situation of truths becoming flush.

Existing for what.?.

Confused on the thought of why there’s a need to live other than so self doesn’t die. Seems the one within had been set to the side so often there’s no belief to truly enjoy life. Wanting the end to come but hoping it’s not too soon. Somehow misplaced without a purpose the heart retreats into the pulse afraid to move. As to waste each beat would be an unjust feature lost in the solitude of the mind. Wanting only to feel alive in some sorta other situation that’s craved in the eyes. To parish prior to luv ever attempting to find a spark again. The devastation of the world disappearing isn’t an option as the body will finally land. With long nights that fade from composure the wonder of why defines a pause. What if it was all over n nothing comes to call? Destined in a stagnant lifeless smile that does its best to create a worth. Going through days that turn into nights as age can never be heard. To grow old alone in a world where the passion held in does not trust a single touch. Transforming the condition in which a chance at happiness feels the rush. Forcing the purity of free will to accept the adaptive mindset of a solo norm. It’s a sad existence that rots the feeling of chuckles from the core. Changing one’s outlook on how they’re to evolve in the silence that speaks. Making every moment a question to why is there a need to breathe…

You n I…

In between the space of you n I. Is there a moment to pause to feel of the vibe? To touch the connection up close n in the flesh. Do you think it be electrifying to play with the contents of chest? As the mind rests to capture the visual of you n I. Letting loose in a comfort where positives never meets the negative forces in time. Could it be we should temp the pulse to sync with each other? To dance beneath the skin for heart to accept a real luv’r. Becoming a norm with shadows aligning as one. What if there was something deeper than vanity going on under the crush? An unknown surge moving that can’t help but to grow. Pulling us closer to the comprehension of home. Where would you stand if face to face with me you found a stare? Looking into the eyes design curious of the matter of how the sight we wear. Draped in lusts so creative It’s intriguing to know of the attraction shared. As one with the current from the inner makings yet to be paired. From over there can you resist the findings of a friendship awaiting your vow? To get lost in a room where sound climaxes ever so loud. Just to experience the thrill of fingertips that shape every curve. To hear luv come to life in the silence of words. As whispers are moans from within. Have you ever wanted to truly live? To free emotions to be what they crave to be. N mentally be eased into a freedom as self can do more than dream. Releasing the beauty that reaches for a similar gain. In the chance of you n I never to be tamed. Groping n caressing our way along the night. Will the light of day shine upon us together as more than a hype? With the thought that requires an answer to settle the nerves. Do you believe you n I have what it takes to create depths in worth?

I breathe…

 Laying still. Listening to the life going on outside. Thankful I am to not be dead. From a dark room at one with the night. I feel a smirk crawl across my face. I’m at peace. As the cool breeze through the windows blows. I breathe. Calm n relaxed I make no sound. Ready for tomorrow to come up. N yet I’m patient in the moment to be. With being alone I’m in luv. To merely exist I found joy. As one individual my mind is the comfort I’ve craved. As I remember me doing this very thing long ago as a boy. As motionless as I can be. Hearing the beauty of it all. Piecing together a sense of now. Right before into a dream I fall.

Life in motion…

The difference in the making on one’s own. To survive within reason as pieces placed creat a home. For a life to be lived without a struggle in doing so. Allowing thoughts to fester into existence as they appear to flow. Into a reality life itself shapeshifter along side of time. From a solo lifestyle to a joining of friends that elaborate in mind. Seeking to never return to the solitude while happiness feels the suns light. Having more funds to calm the nerves between two people together is the completion before the closing of the pine. To become self so another can enjoy the more than words falling from mouths. In moments prior to engagements that define the true worth found. Able to rise to mornings knowing a greater cause is awaiting whispers floating through the air as if it is sound. From one phase to the next tending to the hearts journey beating every so loud…