to do better...

trying to find the end of the rainbow so life can ease on by. selling time taken away from living confuses the mind. the goal is to enjoy more of the daylight in between the nights that settle the nerve. to slide into a more subtle mindset that comprehends worth. so, to give chase until days fade into memories that all seem to be the same. a repeated cycle claims free will in every aspect to do better than what's happened in the past. with one step closer to securing the remaining journey lived. having more than seconds within minutes to looked around and simply sit. too listen to the weather coming down for the eyes to see. not having to go out into the world's delusional dreams. but until the financial gains have been tucked away there's no quit in sight. oh, the game set up for the failing thrill to collapse at the slightest glitch that justifies the fight. finding grit in the pleasure to pinpoint the direction it takes to cross the threshold of stability awaiting with sighs that find comfort in the air taken in. as it takes years to correct the mindset to perform on levels that require the depths of the digging in the makings of what self is willing to give.

tippy tappin...

loosening up the fingertips as they feel their way around. trying to piece words together with the tapping of sound. here we are again searching for the use to break through. oh, the feeling of keys felt beneath the fingerprints pressing towards truths. tell it as it flows from the deep waiting to be exposed. from times luv filled the heart to being so utterly alone. here in life strokes explain the twist of the back and forth attempting to gather thoughts. as the mind evolves in ways self comes with a guarantee to decompress with a truce. finding friends in the true definition of the come and go. as family drifts like tides to enjoy moments in the presence of home. time here doesn't exist, yet we live in cycles throughout days that claims it's absence. with the in between of changing from light to dark giving reality a short-lived breath that makes some sort of sense. as knuckles bend and extract to bring to life the purest expression of the experience trying to simply live. wanting the chuckle in the ribs to send ripples far beyond the taste of lips. needing without asking another to come along at some point to define a purpose to have them stay for longer than a night's fling. as the music play in the background that to the mood, clings. it's a funny place to be when the slowing down creates a sigh. resting for a bit to take in the trials and errors said to be storms that leaves the bullshit far behind. with sights set in eyes watching everything fly on by. losing the need of the hype as the settling seems to be the gift sitting still midlife. not too old to enjoy the now of giving a lil more than what emotions would like to do. having more patience in the makings of reincarnating a lil thing called hope. wondering if the opening up will ever endure a friend without an eventual end. as hands hover for seconds to wait on the next line to attend...

You came too close...

Reaching down,  putting my hands in your panties.  Smooth like, gently landing.  Feeling my way around,  you didn't have come so close.  And now I can't stop,  I simply cannot leave you alone.  With the roll of my finger,  oh the feel.  Feeling you upon my fingertips, you're so real.  Here in the moment,  ready to come undone.  I just wanna hear you slowly,  cum. Yet, take your time,  I wanna play. To experience you move the way you do,  peeping the escalation upon your face.  That's it,  nibble that lip and take flight. Your so soft and I'm all on,  going the distance down between your thighs. Now moan,  come on out let the truth be known.  Oh, yeah,  lost control. With kisses pressed on the side of your neck, do that.  Twitch,  glitch,  with a lil flick of the switch, sigh and let it last. It's what you had in mind,  pleasuring you.  Now listen to me whisker you into a nut, and move...

One stone, two birds...

 She said,  don't get too attached to getting in between her thighs.  I chuckled and replied I just wanted to fuck one time.  From the looks of her stare i believe she that I was a player.  But truth be told,  I hadn't a care.  U was attracted to her body and she had a cute face. As I listened to her silence find the weird wanting to escape.  I never led her in and was upfront with stressing in my lane.  She's the one who wanted the dick so I gave in.  For me it was a win win.  For her though,  she felt she could capture me. Trick me into her becoming my need.  But I ain't like the rest of the fellas she's came across.  I don't lose myself playing in a woman's sauce.  As she finally asked as I was putting on my shirt.  An I not what you see as a worth.  As it was her eyes that spoke. Wondering of if I considered her willingness of inviting me into her home.  I smiled,  visually looking her over and said,  I like you but I don't wanna be tied down. And I don't wanna be all over town. It was then she knew I wasn't out to hurt anyone.  Knowing I too had desires that craved a lil fun.  I'm human and this she could presume.  So she insisted on a round two. For me too do what I do with her so neither of us went without. Oh how I enjoyed her mouth.  For I agreed to no feelings need apply for a were friends in the making. As behind closed doors there were no limits to us escaping.  She grinned as I seen her demeanor change.  As if she got that one thing that rearranged her face.  Damn she was pretty, I thought to myself.  With my peripheral soaking into very body as my mind couldn't help. It too was amazed by the sight laying naked before me.  She knew how much I wanted to touch her. Softly laughing she was at a loss of words.  Somewhat happy to find someone like me minding my own.  As I could say the same,  one stone,  two birds...

Free will...

In the middle of a smile fading slow. Sitting still and confused on the thought of hope. As losing the belief in people is created by their own self righteous ways. When trying to avoid the silliness sufficating a flame. The show must go on so choices of who's who surfaces in the mind. Who's for who at the end of the day's hype? Watching issues occur without resolve.  No one having the time to rest to correct the void feeling all alone in a pause. Others will eventually convince you that only they matter when shit breaks down. Rearranging the expressions upon the face that scream in the lack of sound.  For words aren't for self to speak due to free will needing to be the answer.  One can't expect any other to act against their own demeanor. As in between the friction truths bleed the heart yet once again. Thinking feelings need not apply for in the way they always change things bcuz they can. Things get deeper than the consideration of how situations affects the way folks interact. But in the shallow they'll stay away from even their own shadow allowing time to pass. Torn is the survivor damn near pleading in silence just wanting to fix it all. Knowing it ain't for self to force when wedges tare tears from eyes when hidden behind walls.  From tonight to tomorrow and back into the night that refuses yet another chance to co exist. And yet, it's the good times that will never be missed bcuz they'll never be made. With a burial placed in the chest the secret of use creeps in as self just wants to escape. It's the realization of realizing no one truly cares. As long as their cool it could rain while the sun shines as others will never be spared. Fair is fair until it's them caught up in the crossfire standing still with opened arms. With only a white flag no one can see as it waves like a muted alarm...