Think twice…

You shouldn’t make it that easy for me. That stare of yours makes you look like you need to be set free. So I’ll request that you think twice of what it is that’s on your mind. Bcuz I’m different than anyone you’ve ever allowed in your life. I’ll fuck your screws loose and break your bed. Then roll over and talk to you about shit you never knew I can relate to that’s been going on in your head. Your heart will pulsate through your pussy with a throb. As I go the extra mile bcuz I refuse to stop. As you catch wind of my emotions opening up. You won’t believe what I’m like when I fall in luv. I’m a splash of tasteful dreams wide awake. As you’d be the reason for the expressions in my face. Changing all the twitches within you that’s been let down. Correcting your train of thought and comforting you with a wow. But I’m nothing special. I’m just one person on another level. In a mental comprehension that knows what it’ll take. Living as natural as fingertips feeling their way along your bodies shape. Touching more than the flesh that wraps the true beauty you possess. So make sure it’s me you wanna test…

Craved…

I’d enjoy to be able to fuck you from time to time. Allowing my hands to flow with the touch of your skin simply eases my mind. Truth is sexually we fit as we coexist. And I cannot help but to crave the taste of your lips. Just being near you excites my well being as I’m sure you know. I will never say no to wanting to get you alone. As I’ve never tried to hide how my lust for you is a natural soothe. I like the way your body beneath me moves. In perfect rhythm with the man in me making our way through the night. Open and honest about an attraction so real and rare depths are absorbed creating life. The spark United from your smile changed who me into a savage beast. One with a gentle side when needed to explore the desires hidden in your dreams. As close to you is where I find the comfort in a world where I do not fit in. But within you I’ll dive deeper than anyone has ever been. Just to have you wrapped up in my arms and around my cock. Everything feels right in the moment that I wish wouldn’t stop. So here and there when your hormones get the better of you. Or I cross your mind as you find yourself wet on the thought put to use. I’ll come to you as you cum for me. Loosening up to let the feel good breathe. Patiently satisfying passions until the pounding cannot be controlled. As the sweat pours and we drip from the heat blazing through our moans. Know I don’t wands go without you for too long. Believe there’s no other that triggers the growling for you bcuz you belong. Naked and barred as I have my way with the sensitivities of trust. You and you alone are my crush. In a lifetime where no matter what the thrill will live on wherever you call. Damn how I luv the smooth slide within your walls. Making my shaft pulsate to a throb. And I haven’t even began to speak of what your mouth did to my knob. As they act is mutual just to hear an orgasm break free. And when you’ve gotten you fix, I’ll leave. With a kiss and a smile felt in the heart. For you I’ll forever be hard. Ready to remove the burden of your day with a lick that rotates around you clit. As your thighs spread to be enjoyed bcuz you haven’t a doubt that you’ve been missed…

Emotional invasions…

They’ll never believe you mean them no harm. Even if it’s a friendship that’s felt in the heart. Either they wanna think the dick’s on tap or you’re just another face in the crowd. It’s disturbing as silence refuses to make a sound. It never fails. As lips tell there own tale. Every time doubt destroys efforts to be real. Removing a reason to feel. Canceling out the good shown as the deal sealed. It’s weird. One by one faces shapeshifte before the eyes. As the question asked reappears as, why? What is it about self that falls short of not meaning no harm? As life goes on in a failed attempt that makes honesty so fuckin hard. The way others portray intent is how they visualize life. Eventually they’ll show a mindset hidden from plain sight. And the belief that their different fades instantly with proof put on display. Changing their appearance in a mental confusion that feels odd upon the face. Once they create a concept it’s over before it ever began. Leaving the wonder to move on after a whisper of, damn. In disbelief nothing ever seems to surprise the same ol situation. But that’s life so there’s no complaints from a standstill accepting an observation that was nothing more than an emotional invasion…

A loose end…

I’ve met more days I had no need to feel. Got lost as a dead man walking as it felt so real. The twisted thoughts made more sense when I opened up to life is nothing more than a dream. As that’s when I dropped the mic and did me. Unable to fit in I reversed my mind and related to what norm that no one understands. And I’m fine with the facts that I’m on the outside knowing I’m more than just a loose end playing along with the band. As listening to the same ol bs just isn’t in the way I believe live to revolve. I’m my eyes I am the problem solved. As I look back at this world with disbelief embedded deep within my eyes that refuse to cry. Hi! I’m alone and I, I’m alive! Falling in the middle of life to a dwelling that redefined my train of thought. Watching everyone go on with the silliness unveiling to question the end results. I’m free. There’s nothing I need. To die in the moment I could only ask for another second to live. And I could care less if I’m missed. Luv’d ones fade Just the same so existence is in a blink and we’re all gone. I’ve gained me in the process to be bcuz there’s not a ring better than to breathe before life goes on. With mornings that sounds like mourning I don’t speak such things. As I’m delusional in words spoken when others tell there version of who I am in the revealing of truths of me.  And yet no one is more correct than the confusion blinded to depths on the run. Knowing like is so much more than the expression of a reoccurring luv. I’ve seen pieces shape shift as it changed the way I coexist. I’m a far fetched compromise to trained obedience that reflects a possessed set of lips. And I cannot comprehend how use has been compromised. As my face has lost expressions that meant so much to me before I realized the effectiveness of lies. Though rare form I haven’t been since I faded into the shadows that claim everything about throwing in the towel. There’s just too many fuckin people that are foul. I’m solo bcuz the harmony of humanity  hasn’t a unique drift that makes sense. So to the side I’ve been pushed as I don’t mind the path for it I was meant. I’ve seen more nights that reminded me of death than I care to admit. But it helped me rise up and claim a better mental stability in which I can understand a true tickle in my own ribs. I’m here until I’m not. As the sun brings the light back around that gives us all a chance to choose the reality that share from one person to the next. Trying configure the contents of what lingers in the chest. To mingle or fall back is a decision made depending off the process of how one thinks. And I gave up as I’d rather remain in solitude due to behind the back there’s always a wink. I’m at peace with myself. To luv me I crave no help…

In the makings of drifting…

When the feel of an unsettling day comes into focus. Knowing something is missing and everything seems hopeless. There’s a moment where self admits life just isn’t the same. As age catches up to a smile stretched across the face. Weighed down by an absence that makes the mind wonder of what it could be. Thoughts gather to fill the emptiness created by dreams. With nights that repeatedly go on and on. To days awakened too that are stagnant to the norm. With pieces scattered about just needing to be put together again. A world outside awaits the finding of what could be felt by the hands. But where’s that one thing that rejuvenates life? When it’s the only thing craved so the heart isn’t doing time. In the makings of the drifting just trying to live in silence. Avoiding the confusion and heartache that acts out immaturities and even violence. Seeing first hand the beginning always returns to the end. Just to rely on who it is within to be a never ending friend. And yet, it’s not enough to just stagger one’s way through an endless phase. A stranger in the mirror mimics gestures to how happiness is to be explained. Hearing not one thing slipping from the lips in which has a physical reference to be enjoyed. It’s just a blabbering safety net where emotions rest and are never deployed. As the void creeps up and whispers faint truths when self is alone. Is this all there is to this place called home?

So long ago…

Melted candles haven’t felt a warm wick in some time. As if the night went blind to a flame blown out by a sigh. Days has drifted so long into years that cannot feel. Awakening every so often to the sun attempting to give life something real. With wax needing to be molded back into form. For a better light to blaze so sight can see a new norm. Twinkling into a dance fulfilling the heart’s motion as it thumps. It seems like a forever has passed since emotion has fell into luv. Just to watch the flickering of shadows take shape in moments shared. There’s an emptiness in the thought when thinking of how back then to the now is compared. With the smell of the scent lit into the air as the aroma comes from the smoke. Wondering when will self linger into the coziness of a place called home. Where the glim rests with the warmth of the stillness glinting with a sparkle in the eyes. Beneath the flare that lights the room until the sun rays through the window shines…

Truth is…

Guys like me are told we’re a catch. And when we don’t accept a woman’s offer of herself it turns into a reckoning of chaotic words spat. As the labeling of being broken and a player is what’s said to be. It’s the intent of a situation that shows the majority of women are typically off a mental leave. Always falling back into the same ol thought process that clarifies the insanity of selfishness. Having to listen to them bash good men to try and tare down our happiness. Bcuz we won’t let them into our space where we can be free as we naturally are. Using emotion accordingly to those who deserve the contents of our hearts. The good fellas who are misjudged and misused have no need to be belittled by an immature female that can’t get fat she wants. And once we figure out who’s who we respectfully avoid the childlike mentalities hurt due to wet ain’t willing to fall so fast into luv. So the whiplash effect takes its moment while women get to feel better about the rejection that’s taken place. Knowing they ain’t worth our time but never do we discard them as if they would’ve been of use to someone more like them to gain. The constant flip flop is awkward asf to have to deal with when females cannot control the build up of gimme gimme in their own chests. Created by assumptions bcuz they’re used to having everything their way in which is a destructive mess. Women do not realize how unattractive it is to act out just bcuz they’re used to dealing with lame azz dudes who will be with anyone just to fuck. Truth is the genuine fellas ain’t for the fuckery so we say, “fuck luv”.  As we’re able to notice key facts that always lead to worsen if we do not cut the attachments waiting to cause a ruckus just bcuz they feel a certain way. It’s ugly to witness the tenacious behavior so we men focus of the do’s and don’ts that determines how our smiles is shaped upon the face. We allow what is to come into our lives and many females hate how we are not affected by their presence. And it could be so easily corrected but we aren’t heard due to the masses of boys feeding girl’s egos that lowers our value as men. As sometimes it isn’t even the woman themselves. This being in the ends of a friendship is what’s truly felt. It’s those that are around her that we refuse to mingle with bcuz of our natural right to protect self that stands firm. No dilemmas and no drama and we won’t hurt. It’s the basics of thinking things through so strangers don’t keep coming and going. We ain’t that hard to reach on another level if women would just ease the fuck up and pay attention to what we’re doing. We’re patient to get to where life is to wind up. Living day by day so harmony is everything when another can depend on trust. There’s nothing worse than someone who claims to be a friend that forgets what it takes to maintain relations. There’s no reason too rush what we hold close to our sacred flirtations. As we say,” just live “. And then sit back to watch the display eventually and briefly be missed. As we men continue on our way alone. Losing belief in the thought of ever finding a structural place called home…

Consider the alternative…

It’s wrong to hold someone and give them a false sense of hope. It’ll damage emotions and friendships in the end when it was never home. After allowing another to believe in the comfort of cuddling up. Their face will display the pain once again as they disown luv. The truth of relations is vital when getting to know a stranger. Limits and bounds if not careful with transform into danger. From a lil subtle time spent to a heart that doesn’t Wanna let go. Space is a must impress one intends to further progress into feelings shown. It ain’t right to lead others on to gain a selfish calm that takes count. Knowing they’re gonna fall in deep to go straight through and land on a cold ground. Memories aren’t to be tampered with if honesty isn’t put into place. The worst thing to do is to alter one’s life just to walk out like it’s a game. To get close is a sacred bond as a formal conversation aligns comprehension. To adjust to a situation recognizing intent not suspicion. Leave no one to assume anything more than the moment lived. Just step aside if an agreement fails to exist. It would be better not to corrupt the presence of joy that shines in the eyes. Let it be anyone but self to brighten their days as smiles carry into the nights…

No more…

I failed self. My heart don’t work. Fuck no I don’t need help. Nor does it hurt. I’m free from the feeling of emotion. There’s no sense of devotion. Lost some say I may be. But at least I don’t pretend to live up to imaginary dreams. It’s me that forgot about the depths. The mind asks is there anything left. As I’m no one to complain of how things turned out. I’m alive and confused by the silence as I can hear my heart pound. It’s a different type of soothe. For some time now I’ve been on the loose. Watching faces come along to fade. Each one wanting the likings of me to claim. Yet I haven’t in me to live up to expectations that aren’t my own. I just wanna be left the fuck alone. But not really, but I do. I’ve been called many things as I like the solitude of a truce. The pain ain’t worth the memories that repeat in the head. Every time it’s damn near like I fall as if I’m dead. A walking shell that cannot reciprocate an interest. Shit just got old so I’ll keep space between others and my distance. As this is the way I drift off into a peaceful place. In a destined pause that eases with the escape. For a lifetime of never giving in. Knowing relations are nothing but an endless trip. I don’t wanna wave and pretend to be missed. It’s better to be friends until they leave just the same. The irrelevant outcome is always hate. And I’ve had to recreate me after baring my inner makings. There’s nothing here that is willing to adapt to another taking. I turned on me once and it fucked me up. So I came to a conclusion of fuck luv. It’s overrated and only lasts so long. Destroying the contents buried in every beautiful song. I can’t and I won’t. Not when everyone somehow in someway tends to fold. I can’t seem to function to play the part. As I sigh in relief I refuse a kiss that’ll bare a mark… 

Fingertips lie…

Touched and left for dead. Accepted and luv’d and running from the thoughts in the head. Not many experience the depths of being even opened up. Self agrees with fuck luv. Just to live a different type of life that makes no sense as the loss comes in the form of worth. The deeper the dive the lonelier the cost of the heart fighting to survive the hurt. And anything beyond the break must prove what they can never accomplish. It sucks when self has been tarnished. Alerted by emotion that has no reason to feel what it has. All by the sensation of wanting more than a thought that restrains the endless task. Desires die once passions accepts they’ve been had. Fingertips lie without ever speaking and that’s a fact. Being everything to another in a phase that crumbles into fragments unable to be seen. Like a figment off the imagination that can only drift into a dream. Luv is fake for we only enjoy the way others make self feel. And like magic over time it’s someone else that creates the same type of sensation that eventually fades, claiming to heal…

Submissive in true form.

My heart’s in my chest. No it isn’t on the floor. But damn if I could’v couldn’t use a set of hands to to hold it close. And then a lil more. I lack, no I miss the life that comes with a friend that challenges me. But then again I’ve never had someone who could define my presence. I mean no harm in my words but it’s distributing to agree with the facts. As. Experience comes without hesitance. Just once it works be nice to witness someone to step up to the plate. Not to cook a B meal but to adjust their own game to a man one willing to fuck with a unique type. But most eventually turn to hate. As it’s in the ways of self righteous females who cannot handle a dominate man who refuses to fight. One in which who craves to submit emotionally to a pure woman who comprehends the distance in genders. Without playing rolls to feed egos submissive a bad thing. It’s just a sacred notion to be evolved with a particular friend. One who can talk sense when a fella can’t see clear enough you think. Anything less of the equivalent to an eventual end. Knowing the fake ones pretending to be n more than what they are just wan t shade. That is until they’re exposed before the truth awaiting the head shaking in disbelief. Just fade. As the thought forces the realization to accept the relief. Not just anyone is gonna understand the situation of an alpha needing an alpha that moves in motion. The submissive aspect is the use of a partner knowing how to coexist. As it goes both ways so both can enjoy the luv shown through devotion. I’m content until the day comes to show someone I cannot resist…

Late night with self thinking.

Rolling out intent that isn’t free by far. Life isn’t just about me but I’ll be damned if I don’t protect my heart. Mindful I rest thoughts that settle the nerves. Yes, I know my worth. And I’m no better than anyone attempting to survive. Waiting to come across a special person that looks back and realizes the calm of my eyes. The facts of self is on display if the reading can relate. If the words are said silently just right so text is felt in the way the delivery is saucy Enough to create a taste. It’s easy to express angles so what’s seen is the beauty of the mind. What’s difficult is trying to figure out who resides entirely when the single life is worth the sigh. Truth is, I’ll never tell but one person of what the fuck is going on within. No matter the friendship I remain a confusion so I can adjust to to the one who flows smoothly to the feel. And I ain’t telling the secret of clothes being peeled. To get to the layers of yes that becomes a thing is in the makings of something that more delicious than a meal. As tastebuds dial in the mmm. As I end this with a simply, hmm?

Noticed…

So you have self worth? Yeah, that shits hot. Exist with wording but to the point is a must. For it’s my curiosity you’ve caught. As I’m choosing to give attention to how you carry on beyond what you want others to know. I’m following the content you verbally put into sound. But something tells me there’s more to depths not shown. Is it a treasure you hide within that I’ve found? Do I see you in true form? Or am I delusional to the truth? I can’t help but to think you’d be as confusing but comforting norm. One being a shock to my train of thought. The other reaching within me to awaken a common interest that I cannot ignore. Just give me a moment to explore the reality of conversation willing to pause. To consider honestly a different kinda lire. One tossed out into the open to know who in the fuck real. Only if you knew I bit a nibble and got hooked without moving for the moment. I’m just waiting on you to figure out if you wanna seal the deal. Maybe you seen me purposely bite the line you’ve cast for an in particular compliment. For is a chance I’ve taken one last time. To be pulled from the sea but not as a fish but a forever  keep. Hi. I’m just me…

After the fact…

At the tips of the lips unable to take flight. Words swallowed are a moment remembered as a could’ve been that hadn’t the flavor of life. As the stomach turns knowing the truth is they were more than worth a try. The gut wanted to devour the pieces of of every kiss that pressed against a smile so fuckin alive. And then comes time to steal the memories that lingered of those who got away from the claim of mine. Somehow eyes were blinded by the creation in the makings cut short of what was waiting just on the other side of the hype. But why? Bcuz self didn’t have it back then to try. Forgotten was the feel shunned by the overthinking of sighs. Allowing a friend to escape a touch enjoyed as emotion was on the line. As fear built in anxiety not ready to express an imperfect yet perfect type. With stares of possibilities that flowed freely. The reasons to partake were there as passion was wanting to further the thrill of the find. Being a rare individual that was free to shine. But ain’t that no lie. Lost in the verbal expression wasted in a rhyme…

Things change…

Many question arose in the years it takes to overcome pain. As cells in the body repair from the moment self went fuckin insane. As the answers will never be known of how another could purposely help the slow emotional suicide. Laughing and placing blame as if they weren’t the cause of the chaos allowed that reconfigured life. Giving new meaning to the heart’s desires that rely on a thought process way too stubborn to care. As living in the proof of everything changes is a truce from past and present. Leaving alone the friction that betrayed the sensitivities expose. Redefining what it’ll take if ever the moment shall propose bodies being more than groped. The curiosities are real enough to ponder in wonder of the deceitful acts that plagued a pure heart. As time heals the gathering of the absence in which cleanses worth of how someone somehow could forgot to do their part. When self stood up to be seen in ways the transparency was all there was. Making it obvious that the phase only lasted in it had to be claimed. Freeing the mindset to eventually get back to life. Walking away from every detail of the aftermath that said that luv is no longer alive…

In a moment to pause…

And what if you can’t have what you crave? Maybe I’m not supposed to find into a stranger I don’t know. Have you ever thought of the consequences that can reshape a face? Or the feelings you wanna touch that enjoy being alone. I have no other place other than self to call home. It’s possible you don’t realize I’m not like anything you’ve ever met. As you attempt to convince me you’re different than any other in the dating pool of what’s left. I have no walls, just reason. Comprehend I’m the same no matter what the season. As me as is I am so therefore I need no one to fulfill a void. Friends come and foes go once I get annoyed. There’s a low tolerance for mindless acts that lead to a verbal goodbye. And yet I’m no one special but I will protect my life. So understand if you can hope it’sa desperation that has no purpose anywhere near me. Be or leave are the two options bcuz I don’t do fairytales caught up in silhouette and dreams. Ask yourself what your looking for before you get curious enough to alter a friendly conversation. Make sure I fit with precision into your situation. Bcuz even though the universe revolves around me. As it does you in the same sense bcuz you breathe. I’m nothing of what you’re used to and that’s what it’ll take for me to understand I’m not alone. For look at any one person as if I’ve met compatibility full blown. With a thought process that doesn’t have an interest in how this world follows the lead of the lost. Able to make sense of little things and decipher a clarity in a moment to pause. Think prior to believing I’m on the radar of your heart. You just t not be what I’ve waited for to wrap up in my arms…

Humble yourself…

Please don’t be toxic. There’s no sense in having a heart so demonic. I don’t know but I think I’d like too. I believe I have a liking to gain a truce. But if you’re hatefully selfish there’s just no chance to play. As figuring each other out wouldn’t be worth the expressions upon the face. It’s not so hard to be decent and upfront. Showing true self on rare form to see you’d be the one. Being harsh with a tongue that flips profanities isn’t what intrigues me. Imma need a calmer type who is free. Released by the discomforts of past conflicts. Able to find piece within that allows a subtle touch reaching for a different kinda twist. Humble yourself and match efforts creating something worth the crave. Otherwise my heart wilL shut down and put you in your place. Erasing you from my mind as a friend who forgot who I was supposed to be. Fake the mood and I’ll drift like a dream. One in which you cannot remember when you awaken in someone else’s arms. Vague to the memory bcuz your set off my alarms. Hazardous to the well being on my own existence. As years and miles will be all there in between us in the distance. Just smile when it feels good. Talk when differences define a wtf look. This thing called life is passing us by by the seconds ticking. And it’s on you how I respond to the content as I can only hope you’re what I’ve been missing…

A phase…

Phases differ and every now and again the passing of others is felt later in life. For in the moment people are in there own way attempting to figure out what’s on their minds. Not everyone feels the need to hurt their emotion to fit another’s twist. There’s levels to the process even though two individuals could very possibly coexist. It’s in the timing of where someone is mentally that determines the balance within the comfort. And when strangers come and go as if in a revolving door wanting everything and so much more. Just to watch them fade away from the grasp is the second they’re placed in a past. It’s the situation of inner makings that matters as thoughts keep to the facts. Where ready for relations or on idle bcuz a pause would be nice. The choice is only truthful when it’s respectfully spoken without a lie. Even if the interested one reaching for the heart doesn’t get what they crave. They’ll soon realize the luv they seek will come along and stay. But to lose the chance will remain for a while until it to becomes vague. Waiting with patience for self to change. We’re all in a version that is suitable to what’s relevant to us. With no wrong way to be when chasing or running from luv. Drifting is sometimes necessary for growth so we can honestly prepare the contents in true form. Dreaming of the day in which snuggles up to a well deserved norm. Bypassing the impatient ones bcuz they can’t wait to be happy. As the understanding of such is met with a nod that someday will be laughing. Living with arms wrapped around a body that’s on the same page. Unforced to open up and give worth to an enforcer demanding selfish gains. At ease is the concept without purposely leading anyone on. Caught up on the stage seen by eyes that wanna dive into the core. Chapters like episodes are junctures where steps taken get to where the going leads the way. To hear a soothing voice whisper the sound that creates self’s name. Knowing there are so many that can fill the void. Just to transform gradually from a stagnant aspect into a primed type at some point. Accepting the flow of entanglements that are as natural as breathing air. It’s not a game to those who knows the impact of a stare. Or the tenderness of a touch that sinks beneath the surface. There’s nothing worse than a useless kiss that expresses a worthlessness. So the difference in the conditions is a must. Standing on one’s own long enough until curiosity awakens to trust. Playing with lusts on the lips of a luv’r who excites reason to adapt. Yet it wasn’t them that broke through the barrier of what self lacked. They just happened to stroll on by when the correction have been made. And that’s when we’re too notice there phase…