To be…

To believe in another who will stay intact.

To remain the same through the changes that create a past.

Connected to a friendship with being a true friend.

Knowing being let loose isn’t an option to end.

To know someone never forgets words matter.

As mood swings and attitudes aren’t worth the chatter.

Easing the mind so use can find a purpose.

Defined in motion where the heart hurts less.

Finding self face to face and pressed to a rare set of lips.

The belief is a necessity to live.

Staring into eyes that have a desire so alive.

Like minded for maturity to open up and express life.

Naturally without silhouettes hitting the the shadows.

With hands holding affections trusting a simple hello.

Filling a void of a lifetime that doesn’t havta wonder.

As partners on rainy days can’t sit and enjoy the thunder.

Together through a bond that comprehends what it takes.

To be with the one person that spikes a vibe that feels safe.

Growing passion along the way so smile can adjust.

Having a daily reminder of why they’re a must.

Bcuz they alone help emotion understand an imperfect perfection.

Rejuvenating the thrill of protection.

Falling further in as years accumulate for a memory to survive.

It’s believing in the actions shown that alter the willingness to thrive… 

Some n others…

 At some point everyone wants to be fucked.

Only thing is some aren’t worth a fuck.

 There are boring ones that area waste of time.

As others lay down with anyone just for the hype.

It depends on the link that hides within.

For some just wanna come out and live.

To be used whether it be a good or bad thing.

It’s either a situation of stay or leave.

Partners crave the interaction that fits their sexual desires.

It can be soft or a rugged thrust that sparks the fire.

As the different types of passions alter in mindsets playing for keeps.

The matter the better some play as of life became of filthy daydreams.

Others shy away from the raunchiness n slow things down.

Yet there’s no wrong way to be so to each their own while the body is bound.

Reacting to a luv’r that suits the vibe.

Never to cheat self outta a well deserved good time.

Sex in its own has a variety of lusts.

Some even transform into a compassionate luv.

As that itself varies in between shyness and the dirtiest of ways.

Demanding to have intent fulfilled with pleasure n pain.

To be choked or caressed or even both.

Those with a balance are the funnest when they moan.

It’s as if when people are left alone that’s when they truly come alive.

Willing to pounce on a moment to ease the mind.

From true freaks of nature to the collective types that only go so far.

The levels in between is where we all try to figure out who fits that part.

Playing with the skin in a selfless touch.

Or pinching a nibble with a slap across the azz to gain a lil trust.

The options are endless as we look at others in our sights.

Wondering how would they react to truths opened up in the middle of life.

As some are hush not wanting their secrets to be exposed.

When others don’t care bcuz it’s their life when sighs are groped.

In whichever grove we can’t help but to partake.

Just allow who self is to experience life without shame…

Lingering on…

I remember the comfort of laying between another’s legs with my head on their lower stomach. And the flavor of a midday lunch. I recollect the skin I enjoyed the most. Not once when it was near did I ever feel alone. And I can recall how it felt to allow my heart to run free. Oh I relive it like it was nothing more than a dream. The way a smile lit up my life to the nasty naughty things I tell no one. Until the day came that I had to admit even I was done. It’s as if they’re trapped in my head. Lost in a thought and left for dead. I feel the shape of curves that awed the beast. There was a great pleasure on me being on my knees. Testing who invited me to open them up. Mmm, it was a must. And the satisfaction of the luv from a luv’r had no limit. At one point in time I found myself breathless. Caught staring in moments that ended too soon. Oh how the tongue did things the way the hips could move. As even the tightest pussy captured my intent. I reminisce a little bit here and there just bcuz I insist. It’s my life and where I’ve been that has created the temptations that at times did and others that didn’t play so fair. And I damn near hate myself bcuz I actually cared. I seen friends awaken before my eyes. Losing each one before I could run and hide. I’ve cried shallow tears and I’ve died inside my very own heart. I had forgot who I was as I had fallen into motionless arms. As the scent of a woman aroused my will to do so much more than daydream. But it was the softness of a touch that set me free. So light I could only wonder after a whole of how it felt when fingerprints leave a mark of hope. I was emotionally paralyzed once upon a time ago. Drifting with the memories tucked away from the pain of gibbering gums. Even though to think of the beauties in which I’ve had my fun. I believe after it all I’ve gone completely numb. Just to go back to snuggle up one more time. Knowing it’ll fade before I thrust the grind. Although I cannot complain for I know who it is I’ve shared pieces of my life with. From the chuckles to the ends that tore slits within. The good times were worth every second spent. For my hands have ravaged the likings of a few that were with the vent. I have lived and I have luv’d. I played with the sounds of sweet lusts. Bonded and broke chains that tugged on what went wrong. As we all have a blink to figure out where we belong. I hold no grudge and I have no hate. I did what I did to the concept that bared them as mates. Made my way through their inner passion and found their vibes. It’s just too bad some never had it in them to truly match mine. Only if is a term I cannot use. Yet, I fondle the imagination of the left overs that gets me in the mood. I can still hear them saying my name in a whisper and that says it all. Even though they had to move on as I emptied the vault. With the gratitude of it being me deep inside. Moving in motion with the satisfaction every so defined. Damn how a kiss lit me up. Anymore I’d rather not press the notion bcuz it tampers with trust. As that in itself calmed the nerve in a certain situation. But even if  it seemed desires was just a lonely infatuation. To be placed in the back of the mind. To become a thing of the past that vividly never lies. I’ve had my fun and I’ve buried myself. Yes I gave my all to fall when I needed help. With compassion I wanted the need of another to live forever. Truth be told relations were like the changing of the weather. From the warmth of breaths on the neck to the heat of feeling so fuckin alive. To the chill the alters the fight into a frozen, why? The ups and downs have fulfilled my days. Looking into eyes on another level that settled the expressions displayed upon the face. Just to wipe off the silliness and return to the real world. Not a one was I able to say was my girl. My fault or theirs in the now I peek back. Realizing I wasted a few chances the way others looked at dating as a draft. Getting close enough to soothe truths in a cuddle made for two. Allowing the configuration of a deeper user tell the truth. And poof! Gone with every tick of the clock clicking in an empty room. The what was eases the eyelids shut. To rekindle the flames that had two bodies curled up and flush. For the sight of what self has seen has been a dream come true. And now I’m on the loose. Unable to redirect who I am in anyone’s direction. I’ve already been too many other’s perfect imperfection. With a palm to embrace a cheek. Then to open handedly feel the sting. As slaps across an azz wasn’t the only one felt. What I can’t remember is the thrill of how I came to melt. Of all things I’d rather not misplace. My eagerness to be involved lacks emotion’s demand to escape…

On the edge…

Just one girl and her dreams. Looking at life deciphering wants and needs. Priceless in a moment of clarity she sits in ease. As the sight before her eyes makes it so fuckin easy to breathe. Feeling as high as a bird that soars ever so free. She has the time to reflect into the now at the edge of everything. Peeking into a mental future foreseen. With a piece within that isn’t provoked to speak. Sighing she finds her inner means. Realizing the woman she is has always been her universes queen. As the sun kisses her face for her to feel the power of its beams. In one evening revealing true worth in the sunset’s scene. Revitalizing the beauty in a stare facing the ever changing sky. She’s reclaimed her own mind…

Untold…

Tell me again why I need to be tough. To show no emotion for it is weak. Then tell me that I cannot be loved. All bcuz I am a man that doesn’t know how to breathe. Act as if I’m not an attraction if I’m too much for you. Or even enough when I’m more than an empty shell. Then pretend I’m wrong when I leak from my inner makings needing a friend who is true. When it was you in which I fell. Express your opinion of a man from a woman’s perspective. Knowing you haven’t a clue of the weight we carry on. Emphasize the fact how a feature I haven’t is being attractive. All bcuz I don’t live up to your version of ignorance as I’m scorn. Then run to others and convince them you’re the victim of situation. And how I couldn’t relate to the thought process of false men trapped in your head. Just don’t leave out the part where I’m not an imitation. Oh, and how when I laid you down and banged your desires out as you feel off the bed. Downplay me for your character to live on the pedestal in which I placed you. But don’t speak of the manipulation that shines the light upon toot face for other men to believe you’re with the cause. I’ll keep my silence so you never return to expect me to find a use. It wasn’t me that got lost…

Reaching…

Reaching for the surface just wanting to be seen. Craving a moment that admits to her untold daydreams. The softer side lingers to the surface n awaits the ok. Sitting at the edge of self and being felt by another’s fate. To be entangled in motion that smiles bcuz happiness exists. Depths just wanna live. Is in the shallows where shadows are so close to feeling the pulse. Hidden just outta reach in the silence of the calm. Luv can’t escape without a reason to come out and play. It caresses one vibe at a time to secure emotions saved. As the linger flows through the body attempting to believe in another wanting in. With fingertips pressing on the texture of the skin. From the outside a comfort touches worth waiting on time to prove who they are. Honestly is the only thing that speaks to the heart. So just under the vanity truth seeks a must. Feeling every stroke until the right one makes a willingness come undone. Coming from within the shell that hides true intent. Reaching for a usefulness in a different kinda friend…

“All mine”…

To fall in luv with you all over again come mornings light. Not even the dreams I awaken from can compete with how you bring me life. It’s the way you moan as if you don’t wanna wake up that triggers my grin. Knowing in a few moments you’re gonna open your eyes with a desire to live. You’re the difference in the way this world feels like home. And to roll into each other with a sigh that creates the mood is depths shown. It’s how we are before the day can even begins. With you is where I belong and where I chose to live. Laying still long enough prior to rolling outta bed. After coming back to the reality of you and I speaking hey you’s said. There’s something about witnessing luv from your smile that will never fade. All the while rising to the sunshine exposing the face. What a sight I see that draws me into the luv you’re willing to share. You make it so easy to breathe bcuz you’re truly rare. As you hold on tight not wanting me to release you from my arms just yet. So let another day evolve into a night so I can hold you close to my chest. To do it all over again as we cuddle in a comfort. I’ve falling into you and can’t help myself from wanting more. I luv hearing your heartbeat in my ear. It tells me I’m luv’d as the pulse cheers. Reaching for me I sink in deeper every time. I cherish the fact I can call you, “all mine “…

I wanna feel…

I wanna be a different version of me. I wanna be happy. I wanna be somewhere else. I wanna be felt. I wanna feel alive again. I wanna believe I am a man. I wanna look in the mirror and say hi. I wanna find what brings me back to life. I wanna free myself from this endless thought. I wanna not be so fuckin’ lost. I wanna descend from the brain and allow the heart to open up. I wanna remember what it was like to be in luv. I wanna walk in true form. I wave know that I’m someone’s some kinda imperfect norm. I wanna speak without sounding as if I live in fear. I wanna absorb another when their eyes leak of tears. I wanna truly transform into who I am supposed to be. I wanna accept the next phase where my friend never leaves. I wanna, wanna, wanna is all I want. I wanna fall into my crush that’s never nonchalant…

Sitting in the dark…

There’s gotta be another way. One that transforms smiles upon the face. Self can chuckle and giggle all the while being alone. Yet there’s  a stagnant void as if life has halted in the home. As the head lifts and the body sits upright in bed. Quietly drifting without a word being said. Re-examining how days are going by without a thrill. With emotions held in that refuse to spill. Spoiling within the mind a thought asked has awakened. Wtf has happened? Lonely nights and solo meals linger in the name of living safe. Fighting the urge of luv that somehow turns to hate. As sighs heard in the depths of darkness no longer believe the heart is done. How can a use of another redefine trust? Only if there was a choice in disbelief. Giving more reason to remain single is how desires were debriefed. There’s way too many moments without any other around. To hear the silence and a solo breath scream out loud. As soft as the exhale a change is needed. One hasta try at some point to feel passions that have been depleted. But oh the fear that follows the eyes closing once again. It’s not a weakness when fingertips wanna touch the palms of another’s hands. Even though the anxiety of doing so surges through the veins. Pulsating with heartbeats that cripple lips so they cannot speak of the gain. When looking In mirrors at the reflect of self a friend is simply absent. Becoming whole creates a missing link for worth to vent. And then the voice in the head shakes nerves trying to remain calm. The vibration itself defeats the wall built ever so tall. There’s a better way to live that enjoys the tickling humor in the ribs. There’s more beneath the surface that wants to give. But behind closed doors no one will ever know. As it’s the walls that hears the turmoil of moans…

As one…

To make luv. The thought triggers emotions intrigued to play with lust. As to fuck? The attachment isn’t as appealing as to gain a common trust. Passions and kinks are more than sacred. As a true friend will smile and face it. Opening up to be a delicious flavor to be tasted. Never to sidestep truths for it would be a moment wasted. Beneath fingertips hormones do live. Having a depth escaping through touch willing to give. To place a kiss upon the sweetest set of lips. Desire just doesn’t wanna be missed. As the shallows absorb the pulsating thrill of connections. Flowing deep into unmentioned protections. Finding all the little itty bitty imperfections. Defining the source of the inner dimensions. To feel. To enjoy the usefulness of what is real. Knowing self has taken the time to properly heal. Admitting the heart is not made of impenetrable steel. So to be? To become from a dream. Sex and empathy need to breathe. Simultaneously as one and forever in sync…