Trusted tongues…

With a lil dip within I’ll put a trickle of me in ya palm. So you can know something about me to keep you calm. My sacredness to be sacrificed to rest in your heart. A piece, a taste, a truth I share that won’t cause you harm. Simply for you to realize I’m human to. As vulnerable as my secrets upon your lips that rest on mute. One drop to feel the safety of your words. Vital to coexist is defining true worth. Never to be belligerent when frustration and reason cross paths. Not once to speak of sensitive details so others will laugh. To hush thy tongue for the sake of luv. There’s a comfort in the silence that pulls two bodies flush. To protect one another is the treasure that needs a friend. Creating a bond without loose lips is time well spent. Telling of self as time lingers on. Becoming more than luv’rs in whom are adored. Refraining from tattle tales exposing depths opening up. To cherish every conversation to comprehend where a mate is coming from. As kisses and hugs follow the delight of freedom to live. As is and satisfied with the return has to give. Listening to what another’s mind contains in its own. Never to whisper or repeat the flow of syllables moaned. Fair play is the stitching of relations that holds devotion so tight. It’s what makes the smile so bright. Giving purpose to promises made. Making a believer out of a stranger who is afraid…

no no…

Yeah, I’m twisted enough to put you on your knees the moment we meet. Then text you the next day to tell you  I like that you’re a freak. No filter, just fuckin demented, I’m sick in the head. But I’ll be the best orgasmic climax you’ll ever cling to. Like a late night that turns daytime, I’d rather be in you. I’m fucked up but I sling pipe. It’ll make up for when I don’t make it into your life. Who am I? I’m just a good time. Ready for the nakedness to undress your body. I’m off enough to cum like you’re my hobby. You could be sleeping and I’ll wake you having my way. I’m from your dark side in which you’re afraid to stray. I’m a deeper thrill that touches your, no no. Give me what you have to offer and let go. Bcuz I’m the monster that’ll keep you from luv. Ruin every relation bcuz I’m the one. The menace that thrives down between you legs. That craving desire that makes you beg. I’m bigger than average and I like your face. And it’s better when it’s open so you can get a taste. I’ll call you tomorrow and tell you about your other side. Text you pics as you come alive. I’m what fantasies are made of. An imaginary play thing kept on the hush. I know my place. And I luv it when you whimper my name. I don’t care how you like it just hold still. Or fight back, that shit proves you have skills. I’m the phantom that watches you from the shadows of your room. That odd thought that triggers the way you move. I’m just wrong for what I wanna do to you. Shh, there’s no safe word you can use. I’ll lick you until you’re worthy. Do you like you’re dirty. Bcuz in secrecy there’s another version of you in my head. I’m that illusion you haven’t thought of yet. I’m that umpfh you’ve been needing to release your perversions. Don’t worry, I’m worth it. There’s no diversion. Look up at me with fulfillment. Audition for the thrill of it. I’m a different kinda no no. But I’ll unlock you from your cell though. The one you ride carelessly with an sinister grin willing to grind. The one that wants to play with your geni. Your genitalia is as suppressed as I. Now let me fuck you outta your mind. I like it when you try to escape across the bed. The visual gets my best when your hormones reach for me through your pulse. I’m someone you can hold to you faults. I have flaws and a weakness for you and you alone. I enjoy the sexual unmentionables buried in the way you moan. Digging it out with my teeth is a taste I must bite. I’m the no no that wants you so oh, tempting you to ignore what’s before your eyes. Hi. Say hello to the girth that’s going to stretch you apart. Going so deep in to tickle the bottom side of your heart. Goochie goochie, I’ll go beyond your gooch. I know how to turn you loose. I’m the side attraction that haunts your daydreams. The reason your wet and you can’t help but to squeeze your knees. I’m the savage starving for your snatch. I’ll suck on your soul and tell you how good you are bad. Fight the urge if you must. I’ll just keep reminding you of your thirst for lust. I’m that menace intrigued by taring down your walls. Thrusting until your clit reaches my balls. Gasp for air. I’ll have a hand full of hair. You’re mine, and I’m... Mmm, the reason you sigh. I’m no no, do you wanna come out and play? I’ll let you ride my face. Do all the lil naughty things you hide from me. I just wanna change the way you breathe. I’m distasteful but you’ll cum again. Just know I’m damned. Forbidden to act right. Banned from the normal life. My behavior will test your sexuality. I just wanna be with you internally. To trade energies we can’t hold back. I’m eternally grateful to have you at last. As my sense of excitement needs to claim the whore within you. Peekaboo. I promise you’ll be the only one on the roster. And you’ll find yourself bcuz I know you’ve lost her. So nibble your lip and speak your filth. As I flip you over as the room will tilt. Back and forth, up and down. I can’t get enough of your sweet lil sounds. Hum me a melody for the world to hear. Louder, louder, I’m that mofo that’s gonna make you squeal. It’s gonna take a week or two for you to heal. You can blame me for turning you on. Just know, I’m gonna want more. Bcuz I’m just not right in the head. With fingertips on your breasts and digging into your chest. I wanna go there. And I don’t wanna play fair. Don’t be scared of big ol me. I’m just me insisting on setting you free. Until the character you pretend to be becomes a reality, I’m cheap. I know it. I’m a lil cheesy, but you can hold it. Feel it laying in your palm. Witness how I cannot remain calm. Diving into the devouring it takes to get you off. I want you raw. Uncut and ready for whatever. With the extended version of imma fuck you forever..

Nevermore or, forevermore.?.

If we had just one more night to enjoy ourselves. To end we’ve missed as true feelings could be felt. We’d be score to have a better moment to collapse into each other’s arms. Diving into the sploosh of thy hearts. And as the sun comes back around we van go back to the emptiness after having what we craved. Knowing the urge to touch the skin has been tamed.  Just one last time would be the end of us. Forgetting the endless thrill of maybe one day we’re could reignite luv. But it would am equivalent to a blink to an eternity’s grasp. To be placed with the tensions of memories that plague sighs that gasp. We’d be never more nonetheless as something we could never again caress. If we were to give into the passion we’d erase the foreverness of a desire that’s forevermore in the chest. We must decide to flow with the linger to keep us alive or inevitably seal our fate. One or the other we just cannot escape. As for now we have the excitement of the possibilities we cling to. So, for how long must we live this way before we cut one another loose? To savagely embrace the body so the mind can engrave yet, one more thought that’ll rot away. As we get on with life, knowing it’s time to let go of the shape of an unforgettable face…

To roam freely…

I just waves finger fuck you with every letter written to form words for you to read. Or maybe I should draw a picture for your eyes to visualize my intent of artistic needs. It and my imagination is like magic creating the spectacle of singing that couldn’t be. Or is it just atomic that our spirituality aligns so beautifully? If I could take the energy of our presence and spin it into a cyclone we’d dance for more than a lifetime. I just wanna lure you into my thoughts so we’re not alone in my mind. To temp you to orchestrate your version of us in a world where fantasies exist. Just do we can come back into reality and truly live. With sapiosexual tendencies that cling to maturities like fingers caressing your breasts. True intent is a rare form raw just wanting to expose effects beneath the flesh. I just was trigger your curiosities so I too can roam freely in your head. With a deeper sense of admiration even if we’re fine mate it to the bed. Conversation would enlighten the crave to having an interaction I just writing wanna go without. Just to play the vibe like a musical masterpiece that lingers through hertz we cannot hear by sound. Ooh, the purity of devotion to a well rounded, likeminded individual that clicks without demanding what time is right. To be felt without ever being physically touched, not by sight. I just wanna show you it’s not about the version you see as vanity in the mirror mimicking who you may or may not think you are. Bcuz if we’re not mentally intact there’s no chance we have evolved enough to revise to rescue the contents of out pulsating hearts,,,

Our last moment…

As you stand near my cold remains. A black rose from your hand is placed above my heart as it’s finally tamed. I’m not allowed to luv you past this point and it’s something I can’t control. As if I had a choice in my mind trying to leave you alone. But, it’s over now as if you’re here to show you actually fuckin cared. Your heals are nice but it’s the emptiness of your stare. I’m fine now as we wasted life running from our last moment in time. One of us had to go and I wish it was you so you didn’t have’s hurt inside. It’s not so selfish to say as long as you know without a doubt that I took you to my grave. So stay a while before we’re forever torn from my escape. I like your dress. Please don’t cry, your makeup is going to be a mess. I’m okay now that the ache of your absence is no longer felt. Just hold my hand so I can try to melt. For one more go to come back to life. Bcuz once you let go there goes the memory of you in my mind. Lost for an eternity as the missing pieces of me within you rot. I apologize I went first as you’re to live in a world without me still draped around your sweet spot. It seems I hurt you after all. It wasn’t my intent but at least you’re finally here for me as I’m in here mentally climbing these walls. Desperately attempting to get to you prior to me being forced to leave you be, forever. The only thing I’ve ever wanted was for us to be together. And here we are, finally acknowledging the luv was the realest emotion that we ever touched. Damn us. Damned to the dreams left in the dark. Nothing ever compared to you finding comfort in my arms. I knew you’d come after I’ve died for years craving more than the hunger in the growl. As I’m a afraid to ask, what are you gonna do now? Don’t let go, not yet. Don’t take your fingertips from my chest. Don’t go. Luv, don’t leave me here alone. Not like you did when you were fuckin able to show me what I meant to you. Why’d it take this long for you to shed a tear for my use? You’re turning your back again just to walk away. Damn, stay. Just long enough until the dirt falls down upon me. Before the silence truly claims this dream. Poof, gone. Was I ever the one?

Nervous…

Maybe I’m more nerves than you. It ain’t easy got a man having confidence without being arrogant as self is to be put to use. Perhaps, I too want this night to move smoothly. Not wanting to do too much and disturb the mood. And all I can think is, what are you thinking? Of this night, what is your purpose and your true meaning. I came to witness you in true form. Hoping to do more than visualize you in motion. Craving to be a part of your life’s resolution. So, what if my nerves are getting the better of me? And I try my best not to let it be seen. Even if you did, would you think any less of who I am. I’m just one man. And here we are in the mingle of smiles. We haven’t even gotten to the question of what you’re doing after a while. And I’m shook but I’m content in containing the thrill within that’s jumping for joy. Boy oh boy. If you only knew the excitement pulsating in my chest. Not if feelings to soon but the sheer enthusiastic change to give it my best. Never to be fake and put on a false reality of who I am. But just to be entertained by your presence bcuz I can. Bcuz you wanna sit with me and let the day linger into a convo worth a fuck. I hope you know, I too am winging this moment too enlighten you that it’s more than a crush…

Thy list…

Am I in thy lineup? A possibility to when you even begin to think of someone like me as if you can make your mind up. I don’t need to know. Your business is not the concern of what I’ve had a chance to hold. But, hire far down did you go don thy list for you finger to land on my name? Curiosities rely on a number that looks up to those who’ve come before the reasoning of my face. I know how it goes just so you know. Falling for the attention until it gets old enough to look at interests wanting to be left the fuck alone. It’s the way the game of finding self must be played. Gathering intel for shits and giggles while life reminds you of the feel of lace. Hormones is usually the first step to deciding who hasn’t been all over town. Thy self needs to consider whisper in moments when no one else is around. Telling everyone else thy solo creep is so much better than the bs of relations turnabout. And yet, I wonder what you believe is more intriguing than I. What is it I lack that keeps my hands from touching what you hide? Not the I insist, it’s just it would speak of the intelligence in thy mind. Do you even know what irresistibly is? Can you remember what that crave can do to thy lips? How many are you leading on in the friend zone with content that’s made for a special someone and no one else? Is it you like the satisfaction of eyes without the pain that eventually can’t find help? I know the routine well. Do marine you just wanna be in the mix of casting luv’s spell’s. That one would make you more like me. Doing everything to stick to thy self and tell no lies. Giving very few access from time to time. Allowing self to be as human as one can be. Attempting to coexist with a friend who agrees to terms to let self breathe. Even if for moments to realize where we stand individually in some sorta twist. As we carry the weight of the more desired who may not one they to are in the list.

I see you…

I visualize you naked. Willing to eat I need you to be. There’s not one inch of you I don’t crave. Even when you’re not in my dreams. I fantasies as my head puts on a display. I have full control of your willingness. And I’m a preserve as a man can possibly be. I enjoy nibbling on your sinful lips. Taking the filth you speak and using it against you. I’m your weakness when I rent you the most. Whether you’re spread eagle of bent over your so beautiful. As my imagination fondles you bcuz I can’t leave you alone. It’s your skin. The way it looks under softened lights. You should s few things about my intent. And the way you crawled through my mind. On all fours on the bed. To a collar wrapped around your neck. To your mouth given me head. I truly believe you fuck me the best. I want you. I daydream even when others are around. I’m fixated and obsessed the m with the Sherrie of you. Oh, hire I get so aroused. With one movement my hormones come to life. Watching you behind my eyes creates a desire I cannot describe even if I tried. I luv the fact that you are mine. As we play games with the tongues motion that never lies. Is just you and I all alone as I lock the door. Witness to your beasts hang on your chest. My cock hard and stiffened by the sight of you. I touch you by touching myself. I pretend. I can feel you in front of me. I just wanna fuck your so bad. Taking you from this reality to be used by a freak. More than often I’m bothered when I think of you. Stripes of you clothing and moaning. Sexually the intricacy triggers the dom I am. Especially when you submit to my wood…

Who are you.?.

I’m still lost in words that I never speak. As others read along but never reply to me. Whether it’s a topic or something deep. I can go sexual or release old diddles I never thought would have their chance to breathe. Like a sigh that feels someone out there that follows the shapes of words written down. I never hear a peep to know who’s mind I’ve gotten into without a sound. So maybe if I drop a few numbers and wait for the other side to mumble a phrase so I can have a lil comfort for myself. Possibly to just know which writings are truly felt.. Bcuz  three times itself equals nine with a lucky seven tripled that’s followed by a nine divided by three. Maybe if where I’m from is led by a six with the lingering of the one called four I might get to know the reason to why it is you chose to read…

Just making sure…

It ain’t raining no more but my face still feels the pain. Tears ain’t fell in years although your name triggers me so kapoof once again. Will you ever leave me be to claim my mental stability? You’re the furthest thing from what I need to claim my own insecurities.The sun’s been out and I don’t mind the cloudy skies no more. I don’t see your face in their shape that hovers over the water that begins to pour. And it’s nights like tonight I wish a shooting star would take your memory so far away. Bcuz as of lately I don’t feel the luv nor the hate. I don’t claim to be innocent nor do I care who takes the blame. I’m on the other side where I’ve come full circle cycling through self so I know what I cannot allow. You were the foundation of how I’ve learned to adapt without a frown. Over here I don’t blow with the severity of the breeze that moves like emotions every other day. There’s a flow that vibes ever so nice as I take shade beneath the trees. As this isn’t about you one least bit of saying, hi. I’m just making sure I don’t find another you trying to fuck to my life…

Simultaneously we can relate…

I can’t test you any better than the next man. I’m hardheaded and don’t put up with mindless rants. You’re not beneath me but I’m not gonna argue to be me, and I’ll be damned if your goons lead me into your long lost dreams. Emotion, tread, I can’t act like a woman. My masculinity isn’t egotistical although I am one man. As there’s no chance to alter who I’ve come to luv about myself. No, I don’t need your help. I can do everything on my own within spatting nonsense of it on social media like females do. Recognition isn’t a necessity I wish to put to use. I like the silence of a peaceful life. The slow breeze humbling the thoughts behind my eyes. I don’t want the chaos of being controlled. Not while I crave you just to be told no. The games dames play isn’t for someone like who, you refuse to realize I am. I don’t fail those I care about. And I’ll havta be forced to turn away if all the good goes south. Just know, bad habits for me aren’t to hard to break. You’re just a pretty face. I’ll forget your name quick once you cross lines to fulfill your selfish remedy. You will never be the end of me. I will never cater to over emotional discomforts that plague my heart. And mind fuckin me isn’t going to be your work of art. I can’t cheat me so I won’t treat you like a stepping stone. As my actions are my passions on display in my home. And no, we can’t share luv. Our individual feelings are for us. Simultaneously we can relate but that’s it. Don’t ever believe without you a can’t live. Yet, know your worth and the presence you have. Use me not to misuse me and keep to the facts. We are not one in physical form. Your femininity is a priceless feature that I would so adore. But staying in your lane is where you belong. Giving yourself as the prize as long as you comprehend things can go wrong. There’s no harshness in my words that seem hazardous at first. I simply would rather be the best version of me than the worst…

The younger version of me…

I luv em juicy but I don’t wanna drown. Crave to heat em cummin bcuz hormones get so loud. Squirting odd a pleasure that goes both ways. I luv the warmth of it in my face. With no rush to the climax it’s the movement that plays. Feeling every stroke as they say my mane. From the tongue to the cock there’s a distinctive noise that comes grim within. A buildup of sensitivities that lingers to be freed. As the softness of their skin tenderizes my fingertips. Show is the into way into my head is tightly gripped. Face fuckingme until they can’t get enough. Forcing em to the edge of moans before I relieve em from damn near falling in luv. Is the passion that’s such a poison that I wipe from my chin. As I slide on in and thrust em again and again and again. Deep with an intent to bottom out. Just to create that one fuckin sound. Mmm, there it is as their body shakes from desires coming undone. Losing a piece of self in the moment to enjoy watching their street to run. Swerving the monster as I go harder trying to break em in half. I miss the younger version of me buried in my past…

Juicy…

I’m nothing more than the big bad wolf wanting to go down on you. You can bring me to my knees with ease and put my tongue to use. For one taste of your lips, I’d be looking up. Drooling like a savage beast, starving for your trust. I won’t hurt you until my weaknesses show. The things I’d do for your pleasure would get you groped. Nibbled for the sake of hunger moaning with a grrr. Bcuz it’s your mmm’s I seek to be heard. I’m nothing more than an animal digging in you. To enjoy the flavor of you once you begin to move. Oh, the sweet joy of motion dancing with my face. Buried in the mood the dead silence of hormones can come out to play. Twisting at the hips as intentions tame the forsaken side of me. The feel of it satisfies the darkness that cling to distasteful fantasies. I crave your naked flesh barred to my eyes. As my hands touch the limits your endless mind. I want you as mine so I can devour the beauty of you body tempting me to perform. I wanna play with your inner whore. Introduce it to the freak waiting to cross boundaries for the first time. I’m nothing more than my nature aroused by sexual desires. I can’t deny your presence as you sway in the breeze. The smell of you alone attracts the hunter in me realizing my needs. I need to eat. To hear you beg me please. Juicy and sweet. I wanna run my tastebuds through your wet sensation. Lemme give you a demonstration…

To be luv’d…

Out with the old prior to coming to terms with the heart’s calling. Well before the missing tendencies of actually falling. The flush ruins a nightmare’s depth as it’s plucked from the mind. So luv can exist in true form within cheating mentally with another. Bcuz there’s something in the makings of becoming more than just luv’rs. Is the beauty in hearing lets go home released from someone lips. When it isn’t rehearsed to please a whispering wish. In with the new to balance self out so the imploding didn’t touch the ego. To be as pure as an honest gesture of having a convo. Simply being ready to surrender when the moment finds the motor smiling back. Handling truths properly that hold a candle to the facts. To spelt be burned after the reading of a use being known. In the presence of a founded stranger is the remaking of emotions with a more mature angle shown. To rid self of the lost cause is a blessing of a habit yet to come one just can’t pass by. Creating an evident interest to inherit their existence into one’s own life. Healing to get to them is the proof of depths rising to be touched. Lingering to the surface to finally be luv’d. Witness to eyes that refuse to blink of not necessary to do. Willingly loosening to the feel of usefulness that defines the reason to stick like glue. Emptying the core to return to first forefront to be seen. Exposed just enough to open up to a glimpse of realities long lost dream…

fully clothed...

Makin luv with our clothes on so we know there's nothing missing in between you and I. Bodies clutched and felt and pressed flush allowing the completion of untamed minds. Listening to sighs telling truths that are unable to hide from lips tasting a sip of use. Passion lives in depths reaching for the surface as our pulse simultaneously moves. Ohh, how loose the freedom naturally commits to the feel lingering of hands feeling their way through contact. Arousing more than hormones that are set aside to see within a friend willing to interact... 

tisk tisk...

It’s not the words that hurt. It’s the inconsistency that strikes a nerve. The ware tares the protection from the depths of worth. In moments where the point is somehow never heard. Tongues haven’t a thing they cannot lie about. As lips shape the sounds coming from the mouth. To be is to live as to be truly found. In sights following motion as a witness to common grounds. Without the basics eventually forgetting of a so called friend is all there is. Feeling the drift of a smile fade away and unable to be missed. Losing the tickle in the ribs as laughter is dismissed. The only thing it’ll ever be is tisk tisk. As fists won’t risk self to fight for what she’ll not be. Pain isn’t caused by letters rearranged into phrases spat as we breathe.

bitten by luv...

I was good until my heart was captured by luv. Nope it’s back to me so watch out when push comes to shove. Zip zero nada fucks given with eyes wide open. And if the mood feels the need the humor will get to roasting. I was just fine with doing me. By me for me was the ultimate comfort one could have so fuck dreams. I’m on the loose and there’s no one that can bury me alive. Walk the line or sidestep the emotional thrill that’s momentarily nothing more than jive. Back when I was cool I realized all I needed was me to evolve into who I am. As the alterations transform me into a stranger I didn’t know so here is the inner me making a stand. Happy again. Loose lips spitting gentle gestures that never last. Saying farewell and aurevior to a disturbing past.

she lives...

She’s the fire that keeps my heart from freezing up. The type of woman that sizzles in the presence of luv. Bringing to life to the darkest of nights. Giving the moon a friend for life. The warmth she creates dances with ease. Allowing sight to witness the beauty in which she breathes. As air flows with her natural ability to truly live. With a light bright enough to shape all things that surround her. And if lusts touch her she chuckles as it gets burnt. She’s hot like the sun but cool with ease. With nothing to hide as if you can see through her she’s pure. Without hate she’s free from anyone else bring her cure. Beneath the stars her sway moves like the wind. Oh, how upon my face I feel my grin. In tune with her vibe I instinctively move in motion. Flowing with th warmth that comes from her devotion. She pleases me. Releases pieces of me that connect with her wants and needs. I could watch her for a lifetime and never bore. With her there's a light that never scorns. I just can't get to close to try to smother her free will. And in thaat alone is a thrill. To crave her ways as she sways as drifts. What she does for me intices me to taste her lips. As I visualize her in everything I do. She's simply beautiful to the soothe...

fucked ya first...

Once I'm gone I don't know what I'll do. There's just some things that in my mental balance that's so confused. You're the piece that brought me outta who I thought I was. From first sight years ago I fell in luv. As the source of you voice never calls. As I'm here waiting on my imagination to stop climbing the walls. And I tell my heart you're only finding yourself and you'll be home soon. But I know once I'm gone we're no more than a poof. A dust cloud blowing by in a memory that cannot hang on to the good times tucked away. Sad thing about it is there's no other in the way you have that's changed the feel of my face. I do, for you, for there's an us in the balance fading. All that's needed is words followed by the truth of acts in the making. Just speak and tell it in your version of who I am. Come touch me with your hands. Bcuz once I'm gone, I'm gone. And I get back to who I am I'm done with everyone you allowed to go wrong. But for now I'm hanging on until I've had enough. Until I truly say, " fuck luv".

old feelings that no longer apply...

i was given just one reason to luv, and it was you. as through my hands you slipped on through. maybe i didn't grip you tight enough. but damn if my grasp only wanted free will to feel pure luv. changed, the heart altered its definitive ways. and back to the old me i went with a different kinda smile upon my face. i had a reason to become more than just me. with a dream that faded with a sunset that couldn't hear my pleads. there was a you and an i standing still in a once upon a time ago. yet, all that remains is memories i try to leave completely fuckin alone. good it was the sigh i so needed to evolve within. for the was never a prior that could get close enough to be missed. it simply didn't last. oh how life in the moment went too fast. you failed to see me in true form. lost in your head i was forgotten long before i ever became your norm. sad it was although i was given a reason to accept my fate. and now all i hear are whispers that softly say my name. as no of them sound like the breath that came from your lips. distinctively i remember things i'd rather not relive. for words were meant when reason found an answer that spoke use into the emptiness i possessed. just to return to the void of wondering how a friend could have ever felt oppressed. as i'll be damned for forever just doesn't feel the same anymore. my luv is the one thing you claimed you wore. but i know if i was the one you'd be here with reason staring me down. as it was me after all that needed to be found...

the ending credits...

Cut! Yeah, it was playing along. The final scene really deserves an ending of what feels so wrong. And I don't think I'll ever wanna watch us in my mind. As the reel I know will be forever defined. It seems that first take captured my attraction. As frame by frame, I got closer to the moisture of your lips. But as characters wore a mask as time was relentless to what was had. The ending credits scrolled us into a stranger's past. Oh, how the good times were shared were only for the camera to expose us. As the tale goes, we fell in and then straight through luv. As romantic as if was there was no, happily ever after. what we took from the process only showed how everything great truely ever mattered. It was a moment captured by a lenses illusion. As a new found friend was nothing more than an intrusion. As everyone thought we were what the movies were made of. But I'm the story itself there was a lack of trust. You'll it should've been a silent film. For the laughter heard were words that went unfulfilled. And yet the joy of making the memories is as classic as center stage. Even though neither of us ever did step into the fame. We were actors doing our best to put on a show. And love it wasn't nothing, we walked away alone. It was beautiful to the mashed eye for what was seen. Being caught up on the script as sighs felt the way we breathed. As from the top we defined the role that chose you and I. All whole telling a unique twist of life. The ending revealed we were just another lost cause. There's no luv lost...

chitter chatter...

Speak the silence you fail to mention and listen to the secrets you have never heard.  Sound through words move intentions that settles the nerves. It's worth the bit to sit still long enough to gather self for just a moment in time.  Tell it the way it needs to be said and ease on back to my version of life. We've both wound up here refusing to die inside. Damn near to the edge of insanity and back and half alive with whispers sitting upon the tongue. With a lil trust lips mutter the contents within tonight that just may be something we could never keep hushed. Conversate and give a lil get that insists curiosities to interact. Just don't go so fast. We have all night to figure out who we are and I ain't in no rush to watch you go. I'm trying to hear you say the things you refuse to whisper out loud that no one knows...

no...

I don't want your heart.  It only feels what it wants. So no, is the answer to your question you ask. I don't wanna fall in luv. I have s lil wisdom that can go a long way. I see things a lil different than most. So no,  I'll never miss you.  I like being alone. Save the kisses for a later date. They don't help me step outta my mind. A touchy feely aspect is only a trick. It's the way the game was designed. Mental telepathy is a wave I wanna ride. A sapiosexual with a thought process. Yeah, that would be nice. That is if I'm being honest. There's no need for your attitude or fake presence ruining my mood. I'm a loner anyways. So no, I refuse thy emotion you lead with. I don't wanna role play. Keep yourself to the image you think you are. As the real you is restrained behind your eyes. No,  you may not be afraid to give it a go. But I'm not willing to watch the show tell me lies. So relax and take a deep breath. It's OK if we don't coexist. Bcuz the man in me will not bow to feelings being plucked. I don't need another name added to that wtf ever list. 

disbeliever...

 it doesn't happen to me but fuck the feeling bcuz i'm not into what's not happening. the game of what's what ain't a thing that's needing a figuring out. laugh out loud. what else is there to be said. i just haven't it in me to roll with the circumstances trying figure out luv. fuck the illusion of an us. there's just a you and there's a me in the middle of what we could become as we find our way through life. and in my mind, there's no regrets if the outcome leaves me in a solo act where it's back to the realization of all there is, is i. don't play along to the unknown future that is yet to confirm your existence in my life as we attempt to creep so smooth. ease on back and live loose. the now is in the making of nothing written in stone. so don't get ahead of yourself wanting to pledge a verbal confirmation when words are as cheap as the ease of being alone. that's not saying, there's not a possibility to realize where the heart wants to be. but ain't that left to the imaginations left to dream. call me a disbeliever in a lifetime of there's only one person that's gonna comfort the illusion an ever after. as the subtle chuckle reaches laughter. i'm just a single individual with a lack of interest to believe in another's direction when hidden intent always surfaces before the drowning of happily beginnings evolve into what never mattered. maybe i've been around too long in situation that transformed into where i am today. or possible, it's an endless case of looking at everyone like their the same ol same. it's the sigle version of self that needs a correcting, i know. but damn if the norm is the misinterpretation of worth showing face without fake smiles that somehow seem to glow. so, who's to blame when even you speculate the outcome before the rush catches up to the heart? where is there a moment to start? 

tamed and free...

I've seen the way you looked at other females from time to time. And when I was deep inside of you, your fantasies verbally came to life. The things I witnessed come from within you truly turned me on. As I sit back and wonder if you've ever aloud yourself to do more than watch girl on girl porn. Or is it something I freed from within you that you locked back up? Yeah, I often think about the words you chose to tell me about who you wanted to fuck. Ohh, the details intrigue the man on me. But it was I who insisted on you coming out to live and fall in luv with your dreams. Do you remember it wasn't just a woman that excited the pleasure between you legs? Bcuz I recall your crave to have two men make you wanna beg. You were a rare one that just wanted not to be judged. That's why I couldn't help but to help you realize there's so much more than just luv. From the smell of sex to the feel of the figuring of fingertips playing you like a violin. You obsess for a girlfriend I could share with you so you could taste her lips. Straight from mine as her moans still lingered in the air. Wild is what we were as for some reason we played fair. Sometimes it was rough and others it was as raunchy as we could just be. Nonetheless, there was you and there was me. Naked and satisfied on levels where dirty would blush to this day. As daydreaming of us has become a twisted game. A way to tame some alone time with you in mind. Bringing back to life how you curled my toes as my eyes rolled outta sight. Mmm, my growls did something to you that had no limits to your willingness wanting to breathe. And after all this time, it's a lil piece of you I still need. I may have freed you from the restraints that captured true intent. But I don't think you know of the severity of having you lean on in. Pressing your chest against my face. Awakening the monster you enjoyed trying to tame. The submission was real and honest to the core. You were an open book of braille for my tongue to explore. But like the dream come true you were to me.  You went right back to being a thought trapped in my head never to leave. 

point blank and upfront...

You have game but, I see you. It's in the way you look at me. And it's why I'm calling a truce. Just don't. I ain't trying to hear you plead your case. Maybe I am bull headed, it's just I see the hidden intent buried in your face.  Nah, it's cool. There's no need to defend truths I already know excuse you from a truce. Go be the good person and make everyone believe what I'll never entertain. It's all in the way of fuck playing it safe. It don't matter to someone like me. I'm more into doing what I do instead of looking for acceptance from others that don't factor into my realities means. And yet, do you have game? Thing is, I'm able to see through your lame azz phase.  Yeah, that's all I am and it's OK. You can go fake it with who whoever will listed to the excuse of how you couldn't hack it. 5 levels down and plummeting below the surface of you any I wrapped up in a twist. Honestly, did you not expect me to be aware? Ah, girl. And yeah, I mean every letter of it. But hey, let's pull it back as I stay in my lane. Get the fuck on. I say it bcuz I can. I'm not interested in the chaos that will come if I allow the chain of command you wish to claim over who, but me? Just leave. Point blank and upfront. I can do better than a tight pussy on a contract. 

shut down...

Leaving the norm so fast in a past that didn't seem to be as real as it once was. It appears when one turns on luv one loses pieces of self that are forced to be hushed. Reality shifts into a new way of thinking like friends simply do not exist. All on the attempting to evolve into whatever makes sense in order to comfortably live. With every flutter in thy heart becoming so with the nights darkness that seeks reason to escape.  Awaking only to move through the day until the reinvention of use remains untamed. There's a feeling of loss that creates a loneliness that soothes the depths of the core. As coming from within reflects a rare form of a man that's determined to bury what's been torn. To be healed from choices made one opens eyes and everything has changed. As there's only one superhero that's ever made a difference so he'll wear a sheet as a cape. Mr. luv'r man fades away from the physical presence that attracted so many flings willing to play. It rearranges the frustrations to make a lil more sense when correcting the pain. To be more careful with intrusive interactions twisting passions for fun. There's no point in believing anyone can be the one. And this is the life a good one tends to reside in without the dramatic silliness of a woman's self indulged lies. No two people can share nor feel each others luv for it's only restricted to its confines. Shown with a multitude of tugging and pulling of emotional discomforts that help build a wall. No man needs the repulsive interactions of a woman who cannot let men be anything more than her flaws. The good ones are taken or hiding from hands wanting to grope their entirety. What's on display is why a man retracts so it's just, retire me...

i'd lie if you knew...

If I told you that I luv you in the middle of creating sex, could I fuck again? These are the types of things that go on in a man’s head when he’s pretending to be your friend. As your sister or cousin let alone your bff isn’t off limits. Bcuz at a moment's notice they too can get it. Telling all of you and your moms, how much you’re enjoyed with so much passion. When a man’s good at the game no one will tell the secret shared due to it would cause a detachment. When the dick is so fulfilling as it stretches ya sweet spot ever so nice. The confidence you will see is a chuckle attached to living life. That comes with lies to protect feelings that always gets twisted in the end. As it’s off to find someone new for at the waist she will surely bend. Bringing out the inner whore hidden as if unknown to even herself. The trick of to not have game is to play to be felt. Any a real fella comprehends what triggers a woman’s willingness. That crave to be bad enough to think she’s falling for happiness.

new with the same ol shit...

As the excitement slips from the comments of the heart. Lookin at relations on a positive manor seems to be so hard. Knowing after the new feeling of having someone around becomes the nit picking of details that don’t wanna be tamed. Emotion serves no master that somehow feels entitled to change purity into a stain. Putting a weight on the movement in the chest into the mine snaps outta the trans of heading a friend that shows true intent. Men aren’t women and women aren’t men. As that’s the concept so many cannot comprehend again and again. It’s the constant need for someone to be something they just ain’t. Hands damn near wanna mold a version of another into their own vision of a superhero i wearing a cape. The recycled faces placed on the memory becomes a lil too much. The repetitive cycle of comfort causes sanity to turn on character simply wanting to be luv’d. For nightmares come from daydreams I’m the wandering wonder of how people can be so cruel. Forcing self to realize self can’t be what they impose in such a way one is to play the fool. To adapt into a stranger within that will eventually resent them for their demand of control. That’s when what goes on behind closed doors is no longer home. Creating the solo act of solitude that soothes the beast escaping to be free. To remove the shackles placed on free will not yet another dead end that claimed to be dry easy to breathe. As the choking of words get backed you from the buying of the tongue to avoid evolving into someone forgotten in thoughts. All to protect the true essence of self’s reasoning at all cost. When others see what they want you to be opposes the natural ability to live. There’s a crisis on the horizon that’ll come to surface that’ll admit there’s nothing else to the new with the same ol shit…

the song of you...

If I could put you in a song, I wonder how it would go. Luv is always happy go lucky, this we both know. So, what version of you would find words that tells the world who you are?  What side of you could confirm  the passion in your heart? Only if I could find a rhythm that flows with you as a beautiful sway. I’d tell an instrumental the definitive pieces of you that aren’t so sane. Just to tweak a visual that your as human as I. Then I’d sing my heart out into a mic bcuz you’re a rare find. And I’d record it and sell it for everyone to know. Woman, you know I could never leave you alone.

I’d toot your name into the wind to hear it dance with the breeze. Freestyle every verse of how your my dream. Even whisper the little things of how we’re not exactly alike. As we’ve come to know we’re uniquely defined. Oh, how I wish I could verbally compliment a melody as sweet as you. I’d have you riding a riff to give it proof. Of how there’s no beat that’s good enough. As the base plays along with the pulse that does more than just luv.

it must be...

 I can feel your heartbeat pulsating on my chest. As the rush creates ripples reaching the shores of my veins. And as you flow through me so freely I wonder what’s next. Bcuz I like the soothe of you within that moves the flicker of flashes. Just lay with me and press your body to mine. Get comfy and listen to the thumps that reaches for you. Two by two each and every pound opens  and closes the heart’s valves as we intersect in life. Syncing to a rhythm never heard before as we let loose. Skin to skin. Riding the vibe and surfing the surge that’s wakened up. Giving curiosities the thrill of wanting more of the satisfaction within. As we become motionless and still and in tuned with the pitter patter of sound that must be luv.

shunned....

The secret sounds my heart thumps are silenced so no one can reach the scars with fingertips that’s been chard. I’m merely an attraction to eyes that have a visual satisfaction summoned in my direction for selfish representations. My mind bends with thoughts to sidestep the hide and seek gain others twist into a plot to find time to attempt to invade my life. Meeting the guard at the forefront that appears to be harsh. Yet,  I’m protected with a hardened exterior impenetrable by hands wanting to touch me from afar. I've created the distance between us that's an entire boundary unwilling to luv a trust that breaks down to true form on the other side of a new rush. I’m off limits beyond the shallows in which dames dive into a fella’s grip. The grasp just isn’t worth the confusion of being hurt as words switch up to dial numbers to speak of sacred conversations used as dirt. I don’t want, no not since I’ve decided to explore me even sidestepping truths wanting me to be their whore doing chores. I need not the disruption a female can cause for myself isn’t ready to go ten toes up and pale. My use is greater than the mental influence to pretend to be a women that they seek quietly bcuz masculinity definitely dismisses their offering as less than individuality. The same ol' game of being picked apart to become a version of a man in their mind is insane as there’s only one escape. Shun them off as a want when it’s necessary to communicate when being called love, sweaty and fun just bcuz it sounds appealing to nibble on lusts. Titles are for those who confuse faces and names to keep the tongue safe from exposing how everyone forms the line in the post relations with the guilty expressions upon truth face. I’m just not the same as the others for my name is mine and I don’t believe in the hype of sliding in and out of in the between her thighs. So, no thank you is where I reside

living loose...

Free to speak. Intended tongues never lie. Afraid not. Voices are heard and captured in eyes. Living loose is the key. Honest and to the point. Spewing truths and harsh realities. With no fucks given. Forcing words to create lil stories. Versions within phases of life. Every line telling a take. Never shying away from coming to life. Creating something that relates. Or forcing the bittersweet to surface. It doesn’t matter. Feelings need not apply to useful content. There’s always one batter.  Twisting ur glue. Perceiving written diddles in their own way. Blurting out from the cried. Yet, it’s just me writing my life away. Enjoying topics free to breathe. Released for sight to dig in. To know isn’t a thing. Thoughts find letters with so much to give. As pure as each definition is felt. Woven with intellect. Overstepping boundaries. Bleeding the pen’s best. Wide the fuck open. The mind fiddles about. Creatively so smooth. And all of this is without sound. Although that lil voice whispers. Listen. It isn’t new in your head. It’s the real you that’s been missing. Reading along. Teasing ham’s that go unheard. I let loose. With having eyes that lurk. Indulge in a moment. Either biting a lip or grunting to self. Maybe with a pfft like I ain’t shit. Possibly making a heart melt. Curiously I dibble down dribbles of ink. To see what comes next. What lingers on. I don’t know what to expect…

exposing the lingering...

Words intended to be untamed by the jotting down of truths. It’s difficult to configure a real vision when the message doesn’t want to be known. As lines go unread in drafts that somehow define the reason of use. Tucked away like the heart hiding from a worlds eye that dissects every curve expressing any change of hopes. There’s so many ways to write the most sacred pieces of self that feel suppressed . But they’re trapped in thoughts that are unable to be heard. Becoming the silence hushed it’s been so long since the free form of diddles confessed. Oh how the honest tongue wrestles with untold mentions of worth. The wickedness in the inability to configure verbal gesture for sight to see is feared within. Afraid to expose the lingering of what’s been buried deep.  It begs to live, to be a topic with substance with much to give. But the irrelevance of the twist just won’t allow me to breathe. Creating a tension beneath the skin that restrains fingers from ever feeling the release. All there is, is a hovering over keys that wait patiently to tell all. And at the point of sitting still letters are never rearranged so uniquely placed side by side with there plead. Simply stuck in an endless pause. Searching for a purpose to share depths ready to explode. Shattered into fragments are dreams that have become foreign to the taste of sound. The thought of it just wants to be left alone. Leaving me to day, this is me now…

repeling me...

You’re here with me bcuz everything else you’ve tried was a waste of time. Otherwise you’d be laid up in another man’s arms for the rest of the night. So why treat me like I’m then when I clearly wasn’t anywhere around. I was fighting for my own heart to find the joy of a lifetime as I’m here with you now. Tell your memories to hold off until you’ve figured me out. It’s the least you can do the way you’re looking at me with words chosen to see from your mouth. If we aren’t gonna speak without rehearsals I ain’t listening to anything you have to say. All bcuz do I am will be smothered in the leftovers of foul play. So just ease up and see me on the way I come. And I’ll witness you in a way that you have an acceptance of real luv. Built upon a friendship that gives meaning to why we’re here. But from then to now was just a learning process of self’s own worth. Just be you without the faults of careless words. I can only be me out I can be on my way. And if you can be you, that be great. We’re not who others provoked us into becoming another version of them. Fight it and evolve into the you vibing in your own sense of a hand lent. To be more than self singled out. To walk the talk of the depths that move without sound. If I wanted to hear your chest pulsate I couldn’t at best. For what you’ve become repels the essence of what it means to invest. To allow yourself the ability to live. It’s all in your mindset of what you have to give. Not what someone of prior misalignment turned you into. Where’s your use? Your willingness to smile like shit happens in life? Let’s see how far we can get on the other side of the hype. Bcuz wet mouths sucking faces comprehend the premature situation before we wonder of more. And we know what it’ll take for another chance for that crave to be explored. Am I those you’ve known time and time again? Or can you somehow see me as the man I am? Finding it in you to redefine hope as we together, live in this crazy world. Bcuz if imma open up imma need a woman, not a girl. I personally can’t keep going with what I’ve known within relations. Either relate or respectfully walk away from this temptation…

in real time...

 I’m just some dude from the hood that ain’t never fit in. The ways of the insanity was a norm yet, I seen there was no win win. So that mind wandered off and found itself outside the box not giving a fuck. For the narrow minded I have no trust. I’m lookin at the world in real time chuckin like I ain’t got no sense. But it was I for I am to others too fuckin intense. As nerves shook off the vibe of bottom not knowing where to go. I walked away totally alone. Found me on the outside of the chaos that didn’t know how to act. It took a few years but I ain’t never going back. There’s too many selfish characters doing the same ol shit. Living off the crumbs ain’t how I wanna live. I’m with more than the cycle my ancestors could break. And I speak bad of no one’s name. But I ain’t where I’m from. I’m not a subject in a concrete jungle shunned. I got out never to return. At a young age I seen to much for I learned. Sniffed the aroma in the air and realized it was all bs. The L wasn’t mine to take so note I’m considered to be a trip. A lil coocoo for most to relate to. But that’s expected bcuz I see the way they move. But there’s no wrong way to be. I’d rather them to just stay the fuck away from me. 

the interaction...

Women luv to feel the fantasy of being in luv. As it can come off as immature at times due to most cannot control their hearts with their minds. Men luv when they’re ready and it’ll show when they’re ready. I’m doing so even well call men broken if damaged goods to explain what wooden cash the lack their of. When I’m reality men and women aren’t the same and women can’t accept a real man won’t give her what she wants against his natural self. There’s just things not worth the compromise. This complicates things in ways a woman’s impatience feels a void. Men know there’s more than emotions involved that are according to the situation. Women fail to acknowledge they just more emotional bcuz that’s the toe of creature they are. And honestly it’s their mothers fault fit not insulting within them the differences of men and women. Most women will tell everyone what a man should be when they haven’t the first clue of why a man is the way he is. And if women could just eat up and just be the woman they’d find a man come around to admire Tristan to be what they are in time. A man cannot luv a woman the way a woman can luv. If that’s east Ruben want, find a woman. Point is, it’s a comprehension of the abilities within the genetic makeup. But women run around acting more like men in their minds than what men do. But so they’re doing is what they’re supposed to do in life with not having a man to carry his load. As a lil secret scout a man is, we’re don’t walk around thinking about emotions on a consistent basis. Men feel how they feel and it don’t always need to be shown. Men aren’t women. Women can’t be man. Men know a woman can use him against himself if he doesn’t stay intact. As women know they what they can do to a man’s mental stability at the drop of a dime. So there’s only so much they get from each other. As that isn’t enough in most cases. People are entitled and being over emotional is overrated in a man’s thought process. Needless to say women who can’t control themselves we’ll never be able to dig to deep into trying a man fully bcuz in his eyes she’s a red flag. If a woman could actually eat back and let a man be, she’d realize he scored her just the same. That’s a fort truth untold bcuz a man isn’t going to let just anyone disturb what makes him who he is. So there’s no use in the tongue flipping useless perspectives. Guys wanna do guy shit, find worth and enjoy life. It’s cool to be laid up at the end of the day bcuz the body on body interaction is therapeutic. But for a woman to expect a man to take on characteristics of a woman isn’t playing fair.  Men don’t wand heart shot so the things they find do that only get a woman’s ego and uncertainties. It’s not a man’s purpose to convince her daily to why she’s doing what she’s doing with man. It’s not on a man to figure out woman street a certain point. A nan has himself he fights with every day as it’s more than enough due to hire he must be in a relentless world. A man needs a friend most of all. Not a woman so into east she wants and needs like she didn’t know Joe to function in her own without the constant demand of feminizing him. This doesn’t mean a man is afraid or doesn’t know how to luv. A man just luvs through his acting as a woman luvs in a nurturing way. There’s a balance in the middle where the beauty meets the beast. And if he goes untamed she’ll see more of him open up as life goes on.

Blue…

The heart doesn’t place a v behind the l and the u. It needs to be cut loose. And that e is so empty. As the b just wants to be left be. The shade of it isn’t as light as the baby lit sky. For clouds like to cover the feel of sunshine. And the darker the night the deeper the comfort as it’s the only thing left. It’s just not good for the contents of the chest. Blue ain’t no fun. It doesn’t much like luv. So in the depths of the maze one must look up every now and again. To regain consciousness in the way they stand...

brief friendship...

How I envision you in my head isn’t what you should live up to. So I let go of a stranger lost in her own thoughts that were on the loose. Who I believed you could be wasn't who you realized in real life. So I cut ties and gave you back to this brutal world, no longer my wife. As harsh as words spoken were different in so many ways. What you were willing to settle for showed me I couldn’t stay. And those you got with since? What a twist. Maybe it was the level of expectations of looking at you in a way no one else ever had or has. More than likely, I was out of line for thinking things that never appeared in a mirror and that’s sad. You witnessed yourself in a way I could never fathom. The mere concept displayed the lack of consciousness as you never happened. Lost to situational moments that predicted the outcome of your medical functions. You never evolved from that raw form used as a shield that complicated task luv’ns. I fell gut you bcuz I believed we were the same. And yet, we were as brief as the mask worn that changed like the expressions upon your face. You failed to come sound to knowing there’s only one of me. Unlike how I knew you were hiding within your own wants she needs. So free I released you into the wind. Your fear of me was unsettling as it unveiled how do we were able to live. I stood with you until I confronted a conclusion of there just wasn’t and hope. That’s when I had to go…

surfacing..

On the edge… Damn. I stood there looking down with my sanity in my hand. Too the edge. I couldn’t take no more. I lost my delicate mind somewhere alongside the detour. At the edge. I pondered wtf happened to me. I was never the one to get caught up in childish fantasies. Alone on the edge. There was a calm when I noticed hire far it was I had to fall. So, I fell into my decent into I paused. Over the edge. Yeah, that’s the moment I knew I went to far. Realizing I was damaged behind the bars that protected my heart. From the edge. Fuck. Somewhere around the way I was forced to turn on luv. It was the edge, that reinvented me. Awakened I hit the bottom of my dreams. Through the water's edge. I sank deep beneath feelings explored. Just to rise to gasp for air without the one I adored.

looking beneath the surface...

Could you become the beauty of a butterfly if you didn’t havta deal with the bs you allow? How long would it take you to realize your true potential if you were given the time to evolve somehow? When will your mind accept there’s more to you than what you’ve cone to know? If you were somewhere wide looking without all the negative azz silliness that surround you. Would you find your true self just waiting to be put to use? Ever is it you truly feel you belong? What have you settled for as life has been lived and now is gone? Are you who you actually wanna be? Or is there more beneath the surface that screams to be set free? Do you ever wonder what is like to remove others that taste you down? Those that keep you idle in place so they have someone unwilling to find who it is within that makes sense to the voices in your head that sounds so loud. I only ask bcuz I don’t believe this is all there is. If you don’t see it, you just haven’t labeled with self to shake off the feel of the bs. Who are you in moments when alone isn’t do enjoy? Can you relate to the truths you hide that you try to avoid? Or are you what this world has forced you to be? Lost in the contents of never to be more than endless dreams. Bcuz reality is a much better place when depths surface without the fear of fitting in. As it it’s self simply wanting to live. Or maybe it’s me believing you’re something other than what you are. And that is one thing that pains my heart…

Hookey for 2…

 let's leave it for the hush to explore...

so far gone...

Keep the hoodie if you need to hold on to what’s left of me. I don’t need shooting you have an attachment to. I have a different meaning if what it means to be free. I simply don’t want you. We vibe distantly and I can’t feel you anymore. Do before the emotional genocide occurs I must be on my way. I don’t belong here to die in your arms before life gets attached to you one moment more. We both deserve a neutrally feel on our face. So, toodles in the nicest way I can possibly say goodbye. Compatibility isn’t enough when the connection isn’t alive to move freely. There’s someone else out there that sounds with the way you are behind your eyes. Just don’t fan of me. I’m not gonna return to comfort the emptiness that lingers just wanting someone around. There’s more to the thrill of being involved to evolve. As without another sound I’ll be leaving everything we are here in the now. And I’d advise you not to get caught up in memories that show to a pause. Do you and take care. I’m gone. Back to the me I set aside to attempt this cherade of a departing stare. For this, I am not wrong for the pain in its own won’t last long…

playful...

No no no. Leave your panties on. I like looking at you trying to imagine you in ways in which they’ve never been torn. You’re fuckin beautiful in your every curve. Just lay there and touch yourself in places I’m yet to slurp. That’s it, roll around and tease me for a bit. To witness you in rare form pleasing yourself as you watch me bite my lip. Take your time. Play with my mind. I enjoy the way you caress your skin to get an arousal outta me. You’re perfect to the thoughts that come from dreams. The smoothness in your motion moving soft and slow is nice. Can you see yourself in my eyes?  Damn you look good in lace. Using the whole bed too create gestures upon my face. Oh yeah, rub it. In circular patterns my sight follows your fingertips phase your clit. Only if you knew what you do to me when I can’t have you when I’m good and ready to pulsate within you. Making me wait until hormones meet at the peak of a climax put to use. Get it. Squeeze your breasts with a twist. Oh my. 

Leave to escape…

I believe you need to go on home and make it work. In your place isn’t where you’ll find your worth. And when you get there, tell him everything that’ll make a difference. But if he didn’t respond, come on back and I’ll dig into your existence. I say this bcuz I’m finding it hard to resist you. But I know if you you have another my time has no use. So when you get here I’ll be ready for just one night. You gone you donating to think about fit the rest of your life. I know it some right but the way you coming on to me is deceitful asf. So go on home and talk live before you give it up. I ain’t the one to replaced him with. I’m a side piece for sure but I’ll only want both sets of lips. But if you’re done it’s why hear. But me a beer. I’ll do the serving round as we prove out points. There’s no sense in lying about the situation we need not avoid. I’m ever I belong here tonight. Single and free, minding me infer these dimmed lights. But I have no brag with a man a woman with a ring on her hand. Just bcuz you took it off didn’t mean imma fulfill your plan. Go tell him you tabs do something else with your life. Then come sit beside me as we attempt not to lie. That’s your best chance for me to bend you over to get to know your whore. Trust me when I tell you I wands Fuck your until I get bored. So don’t hesitate to make a choice so you can get what you crave. Bcuz it ain’t until you return before I tell you my name. United he’s gonna watch you get fired on your knees. To see me dig deeper than his daydreams of you being fucked off your feet. Imma raw one giving you the option to leave me be so no gets hurt. Bcuz your not gonna want your fella no more once you feel my girth. So think about it before I’m who lingers in your head. Knowing you can only have me if you performing in my bed. Yeah, I like sluts who like me back. But I’ll never give in to anything beyond that. So if you wands feed you kink you can’t be in relations. Handle your matters and I’ll wrap my hand around your throat with an uncensored version of domination. That is if you eaves play. You havta leave to escape… I’m just playing, put your fishing back on and think allot you hubby while I’m doing you in. Come on, you can be my bitch if you’re willing to submit…

relieved...

Losing the feeling. But why lie? It’s gone. I wish it was shackled somewhere deep. To surface when I’m over me. It’s a strange lil thing when you fall in luv with yourself. Luv’n another in truths claimed just isn’t felt. Going through some irrelevant phases cost me my passion. Once the poison set in the recognition was ever lasting. They all come and go for the coming of the unknown. Leaving self to correct self attempting to level up to full grown. As stares fade finding their misplacement in the mind. It's an absence of a friend that's said to be true. Cut from the noose and calling a truce. Hung high for all to see. Gathering the details of the endless memories. As compassion for other’s feelings cease to exist. The heart needs not apply whispers from a kiss. Done for is the mindset walking a loners waltz. Just to redirect intent to realize the definition of lost. We’re all pretend to be more but we’re not. Loose lips lie a lot. Tarring down character to create a character that better suits the tongue’s role rolling in the mouth. The truth of a so called friend has a unique sound. As their voices fluctuates without a care. Proving luv of selfish and refuses to play fair. Yeah, it hurts. But only until the comfort defines it’s worth. Reclassifying  touch as an enemies way of devouring the most sacred part. The heart collapses once it’s been chard. It’s nerves don’t quite respond right to pointless simulations. Allowing hormones to seek shallow attractions depending on the situation. I’m so far beyond returning to the games played. There’s nothing that interests curiosity displayed upon the face. It’s just been relieved and that’s all there is. For the empty hollow of a head can’t comprehend the he he haw that resides in the ribs. Chuckles vibrate deeper than fingertips can roam. Especially when one wants to be left the fuck alone. There’s no helping the mental stability once it finds itself. No one can interrupt its pieces pieced back together with a scar that's physically unseen. Life is something different when we set ourselves free…

Past the point...

Did you hear me when I told you, “I don’t want anyone else”. That was an unheard luv from my heart that was truly felt. And I swear I’ll never say AILOWY again: not I more I’m always in luv, only with you until the end. I don’t feel alive the way I do when I’m near you. My depths in my silence spoke from within whispers of hope my own heart found a better use. And yet , here I am in the middle of life without your presence. As strong as I am, I feel irrelevant. Misplaced by my emotions that died through the years. You must’ve missed the point when my inner makings were shifting gears. Leveling up to open the gates wasn’t hard holding such a beauty. But I fell and descended into the depths of mutiny where maturity faded from its purity. Your hands alone were timeless as I now spend an eternity craving your touch. And if all things, I don’t wanna be in luv. Are you listening? Bcuz I know you’re not missing me. As I’ve ran outta tears to even the thought. But when you call you expect my life to pause. After I’ve expressed who you are to me. You forced me to let go of my dream. Although I can’t get you outta me head to save me from the solitude. I just wanna forget that it was my true intent that was abused. I just hope forever isn’t so fuckin long. And even more so, I beg the universe that you never realize I’m actually gone. When spending the one life we have with me is a singular solo act. It’s just too bad you decided to become a stranger of my past…

knowing of the signs...

To end up in luv one must first hear honesty from a stranger. And it’s how self responds that indicates if they believe they're in danger. This doesn’t usually repel the gesture to get them close. It's no one else’s fault that they haven’t necessarily made it home. To experience true feelings of luv, self must open up. To slow the fear to find comfort in another’s touch. So, one can realize what a friend can do to the heart. Treating another had is conflictions within self making relations hard. But it’s when emotions break in places this world can’t see. Moments to redefine self helps the calm as we breathe. Adjusting to the letting of facial expressions correct themselves in the mirrors truth. To have a better understanding of who self is, is another’s use. Just to end up in a better sense of luv that comprehends do’s and don’ts. Knowing of the signs creates a more stable mind when trying not to be alone with can'ts and won'ts... 

Same lil rhyme…

Name someone you’ve never cried for. I can, me. Tell me about someone that you thought you hurt. Yeah, that’s me. But have you ever considered fat I went through? No. We can be honest for once. No? Have you ever truly missed someone like, me? I ask bcuz I’ve heard your words lie to me. It’s appears the same malarkey aimed at me from your lips. Only if you know how bad I crave to kiss both sets of your lips. Can you think of any other that feels misplaced without you? Someone they’ll do anything fit you. That would be me me letting go slowly. When thy heart just wants to move with you slowly. Who comes to mind when you wanna be luv’d? When you not thinking of yourself being mishandled by the west you luv’d, Or is that even a thought in your head? Damn, I really luv to give you some head. Tell me again, who’s the one. Bcuz locked here where I am protects the heat from the one. Did you get feel fit fast west from my willingness waiting on your return. From effete I sit it doesn’t seem as if I’m I will ever be luv’d in return. Are you still not willing to try! Can you admit you never wanted to try? You repeat the same on shit like it’s the same ol rhyme. As these lines here damn near had forgotten how your tongue is sly. You're a tease that never insisted on getting to know a friend. Did it ever occur to you that I too needed a friend? I too fell but by your hands that let me fall. When I tried to catch you from your fall. As truths go unheard. As my worth will no longer go untreated. So don’t ever wonder if I think if I'll ever circle back. You’ve never had my back. Not once have you opened up to anything other than things you wasted. Claimed you needed money as I’m the sobriety you’ve never wanted. All let tell me I was fascination you weren’t test for. Bcuz I know I’m someone you’d never do anything for. I’m just over here no longer giving a fuck. But damn, would I seriously like to hate fuck. Maybe my cock was  the only thing that was never spoken badly of. Of of of of of of of of of…

in and out...

I found my way into a few hearts I never meant to hurt. I was just trying to find my, take my time and not manipulate them with words. I couldn’t had a good life a time or two but my stubbornness had control. And if I could tell ‘em they were worth every detail of me that I put on hold. The transition I went through wanted to be fair so honesty was what I had to give. Attempting to see each one as is, one at a time I was wanting to live. Genuinely willing to become a better version in my own. And yet, I still turned away as someone laying a friendship down. As my mind overrides my emotions every time I begin to feel anything. Knowing every smile was as real as not chasing rings. I wonder sometimes what Is wrong with me. I should’ve smiled more often. Given in commenters asking the way of becoming softened. Bcuz I’ve always craved to be playful with the flirtations that lead to the good life. But the only thing I have is the silliness with a wall to keep from the shallowness of the hype.

Dudes like you...

 You’ll never be the man of a woman’s house. Just man up and get your own shit before that lock makes that famous sound. As soon as she can’t control you you’ll be in the outside looking dumb asf. Nuts re supposed to hang not be stored away in her purse wearing blush. Ya mamas house is the only one you should ever look at as a second home. There’s no respect for a lingering man that doesn’t listen to a lonely woman’s tone. Get ya shit and get out. You might as well marry her bcuz both situations are identical when they turn towards the ground. Sent to drift and homeless bcuz your priorities aren’t in order. There’s unwritten codes to this shit as it’s yourself you torture. Get outta your emotions and level up. That’s so many other things to be doing than to be laid up like a females talking about, we’re in luv. Miss independent knows your replaceable, just ask the last lame. Just listen to the way she speaks on his name. Are you looking for a mommy bcuz I can’t comprehend why she’ll call you daddy. Fact is, you’ll lay up with about anybody. How long are you gonna be a work in progress? When are you gonna provide something that matters other than your ego buttered up bcuz it’s excessive? You’re the reason men ain’t shit. Too lazy to evolve into your natural ability to lead. You think more like the women that has their own shit hoping you’re their unanswered dream. With nothing to offer but a story you took part in that they can’t see through. The only thing you have going is confusing the situations to get your way until cut loose. Feeding on  hearts that don’t deserve to lose another fight. We men know the hidden intent she’s blinded to behind your eyes. And she believes she can change you. Truly feels if she puts you on that you’ll become her version of a man concocted into a use. You’re a fuck boy at best. Toxic and aimless .You’re what’s left of us out here doing our thing. A man is no man without a foundation he’s place beneath hood feet to acquire a woman who doesn’t wanna leave. Women shouldn’t havta build a place for a boy to find comfort. Dudes like you force them to go solo looking after her lil one’s first. It’s disturbing to know women havta be the men. But if they’re good with it, do your thing…

Flirting to please…

I think you like it when I touch you in your head. I believe the awkwardness terms me we should make our way to the bed. We should fuck unless you’re like me. I enjoy the mutual thoughts that never fade into lost dreams. You enjoy being twisted and I like the way you lick your lips. I wanna fuck you like a dirty lil bitch. But like your enticement mine plays silently behind my eyes. You know how to bring it to life. You’re wanting to feel me deep. But from over there this will last as you're just outta reach. Just rough enough not to caress your heart. I know you don’t mean me no harm. It’s a kinky kinda charisma we hide in plain sight. It’s something we fight so we don’t havta let go of the thrill it creates inside. Flirtatious lips nibbled to keep from speaking it out loud. We’re a masterpiece vibing with determination that pounds. I wanna feel your pulse but I’m not willing to come undone. I like the sensation of not having you tempting me to jump. As I hear the same pleasure in a chuckle when desires wanna whisper a shh of a hint. It’s so distasteful it turns us on as the tongue gets bent. It’s our lil secret. Our piece of insanity that lingers on a wander to taste it. Close enough to have an orgasm from across the room. You’re a mental woo. I’m a silent fixation of your imagination running wild. You’re my sacred fantasy of sexual acts compiled. We don’t want any other to have us but we don’t want us for ourselves. It’ll last longer if we are never physically touch to the feeling of being felt. Like a drawn out foreplay giving more satisfaction to daydreams. Exciting we are a disturbing pretty lil please. A limitless willingness tease to cross boundaries on our knees. And knowing this, it’s the ultimate submission that wants to live. To be this way, we’ll always have so much more to give. Devouring thoughts staring at sighs from the climax building up to be freed. Tease me. You're my type of freak. We’re the solitude we need. From over there you define my nasty side sitting oh so cute. From over here, tarring off your clothes I wanna rip you loose. We know it and luv the distance between us. As you spread your legs and I lean back for you to see my erection caused by the lack there of your touch. Smile for me. We can only attempt to control the way we breathe. But that’s the confines of us trying to see as far we’ll go. Who’ll be the first to cum if the skin holds in the hormones? Which of us will beg for more? In our game of testing the inner whore. You wear me well. And the aroma in the air is a sweet scene I can smell. I couldn't hide you if I tried. Just keep doing that thing I like. I'll keep it intense and stay within your line of sight. sighing with an oh my...

That’s it…

Turn around slowly as I pressed my lips to the back of your neck. Push back into my erection as my hands touch your breasts. The closet I get the more I can smell your scent. I’m glad you didn’t wear a fragrance to cover your natural's essence. Feel me feeling on you. Fingertips walking down your stomach to slide in between you and your panties. As I caress your skin and begging chanting. I need you. I want you. Can you Edison’s m withstand the heat from my breath? As I kiss you shoulder and grope you chest. Mmm, that’s it. As my finger rolls sound you clit. Creeping disc in breath it lips. To bring the wetness back up to the sensitivity on your moans. My intent is shown. Ooh , sure sighs. That I like. Cone to life. Be mine. That’s it. Mind your hips. With a slight dip. Reach back and feel my dick. Get it. You’re so pretty even you’re perfectly aroused. I enjoy taking part in the creation of your sounds. Yeah, whisper me a “fuck”. Allow your body to show me it craves to be touched. Cum for daddy. Com for daddy. Com for daddy. Com and please daddy. That’s it. Now turn with a spin. Down to your knees. Beg daddy please. Mm hm. Not open up. Suck on daddy until daddy wants to fuck. Oh yeah, use that tongue. But don’t make daddy cum. That’s it. Suck daddy’s dick. Shh, damn. Gag on it just bcuz you can. Fuck yes. Yes. Yes. Fuck yes. Stand the fuck up and bend over and arch your back. In I go but not too fast. Feel me stretch your twat ever so slow. Mmm, as tight it is. I luv how it grips. I feel so big inside of you. Working you loose. Digging in as far as I can. With your hair in my hand. Here comes the force. That’s it, daddy luv’s his whore. Take it. All of it. The harder I go the better you feel. The faster I go, ooooh! That’s it. Right there…

adapting to us...

Protecting you so your heart knows no one could attack you from the dark side? Let’s pretend when the lights go out that I’ll hold it safe from the shadows claiming the light. Would I be more than just a friend to you? If I cared enough to consider you for me have a use. Let’s say I touched you ways I you bright my to life. Could your eyes adapt my presence and witness a rare man in his own design? Do you believe if I felt you without the physical interaction even though it’s singing I crave. Would you let me in closer than luv can trust without being afraid? These questions are intrigued by the thought of us ignoring this world’s relentlessness. As the answers from your lips would be the beginning of what it takes to give. If I was honest in a moment to clarify why I’ve taken to you. Where in your mind would you go to allow your tongue to move? I don’t have it in me to purposely hurt anyone. Truthfully speaking I like to enjoy figuring out if you’re that special someone. I’m just me. Trying to do more than live a dream…

senseless luv...

We could live forever and I still wouldn’t feel the pulse of my heart pulsating ever again. Through the course of time I’ve realized luv is as selfish as a moment that passes like the touch of hands. Holding on to key go fire simmering new just to feel alive. Bcuz we all die inside of ourselves from the boredom that eventually claimed the mind. So of a matter of when to let go once the giddy sounds outta control. Truth is the only place that can give comfort is in the head for it is our only home. As people want to be acknowledged until they get what they want. Leaving sooner than never as if promises actually uphold a sense of luv. It fades to memories that capture bits and pieces of confusion into the mind bank comprehend. We’re all living our own lives simultaneously as we mingle with friends. Those who become downers they once were before the knowing of their existence. Altering emotions and mindsets due to situational circumstances that puts self on defense. To dis speak more offensively to others who haven’t figured out the game. Were all on it for self. There is no looking for another for help. Without the inner makings comprehending the facts one cannot have a truly coexist even if they tried. To earn the meaning by reflecting will create a solitude that settles the nerves. The silence will calm the vibrations within words. As to run in packs is to act accordingly to be relevant to hire to behave. To be manipulated by the intent hidden by passersbyers who are fake. Bcuz they do not witness the patterns of going from one liv’r to the next bcuz they wanna be felt. Bcuz of the shallowness of not knowing self. We are alike but not the same. We interact but have our own way. To share portions of self is to step set from what’s trapped within. Knowing each and every encounter will always retract from a place we’ve been. Returning to self with utter sherry lesson learned. Having for others a certain common worth. To make self feel better and not do alone. Bcuz of there were only one person left, they’d be the closest thing to being dead as they roamed. By self, with self. Its others that ignite the curiosities we think about. To come from beneath the skin. To do a lil more than be. To live in more than one sense of free. Yeah, love will hurt in ways you believe it was never real. But bcuz it was you were able to feel. One just hasta accept is nothing more than a revolving door. Faces appear and then they are no more. They’re sucking on someone rises lips and life goes on. Having no one around isn’t so bad to have as a norm. It’s the balance needed to appreciate who has come doing. Giving more purpose to those favorite songs. All in all so many refuse to collaborate with who they are. Walking sound in constant wonder of the contents in their hearts…

hey mama...

Mama, I can’t spaek for everyone.

Mama, I know you luv’d me and all.

But, mama.

You forgot to teach a thing or two.

Mama.

Why didn’t you tell me what food works take is?

Mama, you failed to mention start was outside the hood.

And mans. 

Only if you knew how much I’ve been putting it to use.

Mama, it’s so peaceful here.

Mama, I found my piece of mind.

Mama m, there’s no bafoons following the heard.

I found a better way.

Mama, I mute you raised a good person in me.

But mans, I wasn’t ready for the world.

Oh mama, but I’m okay.

Only if you could see my face.

Mama, it ain’t the same as before.

Mama, you she’s know my smile still works.

Mama, mama mama.

I set myself free.

Mama, life is so much better not.

Mama, know that I believe you did the best you could.

Mama, I gotta go.

But I’m no longer running as I can finally breathe.

hate me good...

I don’t want you. So fuck me as if I need you. If you’re gonna be a factor in my life, sure the proof. I’m willing to call a true. Don’t make me want for nothing. If it’s what you have to give. Don’t waste my time bending the rules. Just live. I’m not into fake friends here for a lil while. Spread em wide and cool a meal. And then I’ll do for you. If you’re human you know how I feel. So don’t go asking for reassurance if you can’t see who I an. Be about it like no other can. If you’re kinky and you luv to play.. Say some sweet shit and I’ll be the man. You won’t have question me and I’ll take you for who you are. Fuck the strings, I’m talking about chains. Ropes to tie you up. Then luv on you until you can’t wipe your smile from it face. In rare form I haves have it all. So raw fear settles the nerve. Fuck me God and I’ll turn you out. We can even hang out pictures on the wall. But you can’t hold back. For the moment you do I don’t need you. For I don’t respond to half hearted nonsense. Nor will I want you. Open up and let me in. And the key to the gate is yours. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do with you. I’m tired to explore. Come on in and claim your space. Yeah, imma fill you full. Feel you from the inside out. Then go cut the grass bcuz that’s eBay I’m about. Bcuz life will truly begin with you by my side. Curled up next to me. Finding singing to do. Reading the mind…

Two of her…

She’s most comfortable in the mirror. Comes to life when she notices herself. It’s the naughty interactions she craves to watch.  It’s the way hands roam on her body of felt. Groping and rounding her curves. As she crawls her way a through the night. Her kinks like their reflection acting out. Moving like a slut bringing to life what’s in her mind. Bad girl behavior lusting for eyes to take notice. Is the visual that turns her on. The intensity of tits pressed against the glass. It brings out the inner whore. Opening up to be used in the worst way. It’s the best feeling that awakens her hormones. She enjoys being close to herself. Sweet kisses as she’s fucked from behind as if a clone. It’s morals but respectfully right. Derogatory words spoken in her ear. She cums undone in the foursome of twins. Erotically satisfying she moans taking it from the rear. Standing up on her toes doing her best to take every inch. She’s so beautiful and she knows it through and through. Against herself she’s in luv with herself. Is how she comes loose…

In true form...

Men with decisions have a stubbornness due to no one caters to him. There’s no disrespect in why a man comes to the conclusions he did so he can peacefully live. A man knows a woman has fellas willing to bend over backwards to please them at any giving moment. So a man stands on what he knows he needs to do bcuz it’s the only west he can show it. To lead through the storm or be someone respected that creates sons seen off the herd moving forward. With no disregard to a partner that’s in place to balance him out that to him, has worth. A man cannot choose the same things the way a woman can. He doesn’t use emotions in the calculations so there’s an alternative comprehension in the mind of a man. A clarity untamed by the heart. Willing to think long enough to play the dealing of cards. Women are the nurturers and that contorts a man in a safe place to live. But to be a questioned on the weight he carries while guiding the it way he knows hope to give. There’s a discomfort that conflicts with his thought process that he’s not trusted enough to be followed at the end in each day. As some teenagers do get themselves into situations that they facts play the part if a man. They’re outta character f their natural ways to become someone with a heavier hand. And real man are grieved upon for being selfish when he simply cares. Even if he doesn’t show it bcuz there’s a war a man must be in a works that resents his calm stare. Men find lil gratitude from women that only want everything their way. And if he could relieve himself from the pressure he must embrace what he wouldn’t dare. He fits it to ease everyone else from the burden bcuz it’s in the genetics to protect what he finds as rare. Not everything touches a man in ways he’ll become a better version of himself for others. He knows the difference between a good woman and a common luv’r. For a woman well rest easy knowing her man handles the difficulties of life. So she can focus on the more subtle pleasures that tweaks smiles knowing he walks the line…

No reason to…

Found my best to live life. With pain in my eyes. Living with the fear in my mind. To luv again? Why? The extended sense of self is exhausted.  My heart needs not to be salted. To be defrosted. Too many have crossed it. My emotions didn’t wanna play. And they’re not gonna want you to stay. No matter the expression on your face. Attractions always turn to hate. I saved me some time ago. Sitting and thinking, just being alone. In others I lost hope. Take me outta your scope. I need not fall. We need not touch the skin so raw. We both have flaws. Aves mine don’t care to repeat what I saw. With a divergence I refuse. I’m fit you I have no use. You’re a luv’r not yet abused. Simply to be removed. As a friend I don’t want to crush. Buff fuck luv. There’s just no such thing as trust. There’s only one lists. I’m afraid to walk out. Building up a lie we can do without. Lips will eventually silence the sound. Of pure intent spoken so proof. It’s the aftermath I can’t take. To waste my memories on even the first tucking date. So let’s just play it safe. I don’t wanna hear you tell me your name. Stay over three and I’m remain over here. We went haves be scared of what confess up from the rear. No surprises, no long talks in the mirror. We can enjoy the happily ever after without a single tear…

waiting on our next life...

Like a reality it felt like we met in 1892. The feel of it gave a comfort that it e wasn’t it first time we put us to use. Maybe it’s bcuz we can’t get it right is why we’re her to keep on running into each other throughout our lives. I have to say” it’s fuckin nice”. And Idk how many of them we’ve spent doing the same ol thing. But I know in this life we have now I was able to gold you again. Back then it felt like non of it would ever end. In the prior existence where we were someone else in  our current form. Oh how your vibe pulled me into your as a norm. And how the sense of security allowed you to laugh freely in your natural ways. It seems every time we end up separated with the same expressions upon out face. Even though we’re ever lasting so we never truly lose us. It be nice if it lasted a lil longer than a blink of an eye so we can enjoy the luv.

unnoticed intent...

Words reached me as eyes stared me down. Why me? And I thought, she doesn’t know. She can’t see me. There’s no way I’ll ever convince her to competence what I’m doing error every making a sound. As I paused with a sigh. She waited for my reply. My tongue curled. My doubt touch a nerve somewhere deep inside. It honestly sucked with my mind. How is it y acting aren’t enough to scores every I have shown? Oh no, she likes the feeling is being alone. She’s comfortable with the silence after being groped. Avery there’s the feeling of losing hope. Screaming up in between my desires and passions that exit her. She Diane know her own worth. Orly never seen a man do anything more than flirt. Does she believe I only wanna be a meat stick with girth? And by not her patience are warring thin. There she goes biting her lip. Needed me to tell her that if she’d leave it me her I’d miss. But she should already know with her is where I wanna live. It’s defeating not being able to get through. For others to cater to the insecurity of proof. As she cannot accept she’s being put to use. I do nothing but hang my head ever so loose. Why the inconstancy of emotional belief? Who’s who if we’re can’t be seen? No one but a time traveler to the memory.  Yet to make it to a forgotten dream. As she whispers my name. Witnessing me in a disbelief state. Knowing it’s been me I’ve remained. Holding onto her with a willingness to be unafraid. To open up and absorb what’s she has to give. I said nothing yet, I slowly kissed her lips. Reassuring her she grins. Sometimes it’s all she needs to remember it…

Worlds apart...

Touching you only complicated me. It would’ve been different if we were still we. But we’re just two broken promises that swore our vows. Just two more liars in a world full of cowards. Afraid to put in the work it’ll take to coexist. Truth be known, I still miss the taste of you lips. The feel of your skin. I still crave how I crave you within. As unspoken secrets are hidden deep beyond sight. Still awaiting your return to waltz back into my life. But we aren’t who we said we claimed to be. There’s a you and then there’s a me. Doing what we do on our own. And yet, I can still feel you close enough for luv to be shown. Dam us for allowing the distance in between use. Bcuz I could still use you.

In a bit…

Hello. What are you doing? Oh yeah! Hmm. Tonight? Find me a lil bit and I’ll be there.

I’m there when you need it. Especially when you sans break your new sheets in. Imma come bcuz that’s what you do. When I want you to cone on through. Can’t no one get me the way you receive me. I just sans make your thighs scream. You sans ride me. Bring realities from dreams. I’m gonna be on my way soon. I just have a few things to do. But you cool with it. Bcuz you like the way I lick it. Even when you come to me. I’ll wait until set yourself free. No rush and no games. We deserve the games set play. When we’re alone, here and there. We mouth like it when we don’t play fair. You’ll come if I say your name. Hair in my hand you can’t escape. You know I’ll be knocking when I pull on up. Like your headboard that I try to crush. Got you I’ll answer every time. You knit what it is and that’s what I like. Never trippin bcuz you understand. The same way I do bcuz I’m your biggest fan. Fuckin you all night long. Having your Miranda climb the walls. Every time we can’t say no. Whoever house we don’t faces be alone. Is one phone call and it’s magical. Filling your passions full. I like found you and you luv doing me. And when the phone rings we see give hey we can breathe. It’s a fantasy every time we get close. You don’t let me lose my hopes. On point with the delivery you break me off. So yeah, anytime, anywhere imma wand taste your sauce. Stir you up and get you going. Ask you hear is badoing going doing. From the front and the backside. As you crawl on up and take a ride. Having your turn at what gets you off. As you slow down into a dang near pause. I’ll be over in a bit. All I ask is just don’t touch those lip. Cause imma bury my face. In every crevice of your bodies beautiful bliss…

Fuck off...

Fuckin the hate outta your heart’s desires. Burning it from the flame one more time. Right before we walk away. Down for the dirtier side of your lips going a stay. We know it’s over but the fire melted us into a mold of a better version of freaks. Together we’re perfect in the moment being the solution to sexual needs. Better as friends from afar. Your nails clawing my back, leaving scars. And all we need is the passion being loose under the moon. It’s damn near poetic but we’re doomed. Toxic to the hormones aroused is the thrill we crave. Falling deep into the pleasure of creating fuck faces. The nastier the greater the gush. Bend on over and gimme the tush. For the letting go of us. To waltz away after being laid up with the memory of lust…

Altered...

So you’ve become them man you want in your life. But you can’t go back being feminine in your own mind. How am I supposed to play the woman’s roll? Why am I to compete to be the man in a home? It seems you’ve had a few bad fellas fail you. Transitioning your mentality to save self bcuz you’ve been abused. Abe it’s not Scott being a strong and independent woman by far. That one slows you to create a false presence as you’re still under emotional in your heart. With an imbalance of characteristics in which halls have been adopted. All due to you’ve transformed yourself into the version of a male and you sorely need to stop it. No man wants a woman that cannot retreat from hard times. Not well were ever loosen up to your ego bcuz it conflicts with our lives. Trying to be a man doesn’t mean you could ever know what it takes to be one. As men have skeet given up on trying to figure out what a woman wants. We know it’s about what females respond to. But talk fail to realize we’d respond to you in a more caring way if you’d just drop the act and be someone of use. It’s ok to be able to do a multiple variations of things. But it’s more attractive if you can do it within your own natural way in which it breathe. A man needs a nurturer so even he has a partner to keep him safe. Not a buddy to trigger warning signs that corrupt the smile spread across his face. Just retract and allow your altered confines to subside. Ease back and relax in the prices of redefining yourself so when a man comes along you can perform on a rest that compliments relations so he never hasta hide. You hafts be aligned within with the testosterone treasures that plagues your demeanor. We don’t like an in betweener that flip flops from side to side like a convenience. Be the woman or find yourself one to be you coincidence. You can’t have both ends of the candle lit. Men don’t wands heart the bs slip from your lips when we have deal with other men’s ego trips. You being one of them is a useless afterthought to day the least. Instead of being a monster learn hire to take our beasts. Be the piece that brings peace and watch how we’re react to you. Otherwise, you’re gonna lose. You’re empowered by your thought process and nothing else. There’s nothing you can do a man can’t as a man needs not to act it out and that shit it’s felt. It don’t witness the real you through a man’s eyes even when you look into a mirror and it show. You’re goons wind up alive…