Accountability…

Were they Happy? Those that can’t before me. Are you accountable for the actions you’ve taken against them? Why are you so backed free? In their eyes, were they worth your time? Given the same effort they had patience enough with you in mind. Their emotions matter in moments where you broke down? Or even at the top of luv as the flutters linger. Who pointed the finger? Was it you that failed to partake in relations bcuz of selfish entitlements. Indulged within your own. Engulfed in your unhinging protecting yourself bcuz I’d better to be alone. How was any of your exes mental stability while sharing their life with you? Not on who they were but on what you’re capable of to show truths. To give a use so they or even just one of them would feel safe. When did it turn to hate. As the frustration lingered into focus for someone to take the blame. Will I be treated the same? Patterns don’t lie. So, does your intent crawl silently beneath the surface like a savage gagging on the hype? Who are you when you’re tangled up inside yourself? Can anyone else be felt? Are you looking to prey on me in due time. To be the victim of your own sighs. Accountability is the topic here today. Bcuz I wonder of the future and how you’ll say my name…

She…

She, just wants to make it make sense. Why are we always naked in the face of sex. In her head I’m everything she needs. It seems she gets more pleasure when she’s on her knees. She, plays with the visual in her thoughts that refuse to stop. Quietly lurking with such a distasteful crave as she takes too. She, likes to be watched and desires her some me. But I’m locked away behind my eyes as she fucks me in her daydreams. She’s always wet when I cross her mind. Forcing the pulse in her chest to catch up to mine. She, knows I wanna treat her like a bad girl and taste her after she’s came. As she tells me, she likes horses, when she rides my face. Although these are just images running through her head. Sweet nibbles getting their fix in her lovely bed. She, is an untamed perversion just wanting to be touched. With my hand on her throat as her kitty gets stuffed. She’s a good girl gone bad and luv’s how I make her feel. And we’ve never even landed flush as of yet as I know her fantasies are real. She, needs a big fella with a kink that won’t quit. And she’s zoned in on me sucking on her clit. As naughty as hormones enjoy the satisfaction of being devoured. She, wants to be put to use as the night collects the moonlit hours. Deep within her there’s a fetish within her that’s chosen me. A playful lil incurable need that begs me to makes it hard for her to breathe. She, wants to be in and outta conscience as the beast in me savagely pleases her like a demented whore. There’s just nothing more erotic she wants than what pulsates from her core. Creating a throbbing down in between her legs and craves my help . She, defies traditional orgasms bcuz they’re too shallow to be truly felt. She’s nasty asf. Willing to do whatever it is I want. She, awaits for me to speak of her ownership dripping from my lips. She’s decided to be tied up and bent over as the perfection in such she’s determined to live. Flaunting her body in creative maneuverings to excite my attention. As she whispers hope she thinks about me fuckin her in both dimensions. From her curiosities to reality, her scope has me targeted. She can feel her tongue on my flesh as I’ve already been harvested. It’s just a matter of time until she’s done pretending we’re chained to the back of her mind. Even though I myself like it when her walls have been climbed. She grows her own insanity just so her juices begin to flow. She, can’t be left alone. That’s when she comes undone. Submitting to me mentally, the girl just wants to be taken and fucked. To bow down with her mouth open in a sinister way. She, gets off from the pain. From the girth stretching her out. She, whimpers unbelievable sounds. A true piece of work that’s been perfected to satisfaction. She, caters to the attraction. To the firmness of my grasp. She, just wants the feeling to last. With her fingertips feeling their way around under her panties. She, cums to the illusion of us, I believe she understands me. Coming out to mingle is her twist with her nipples exposed. Listening to the walls echo with the moans. Just to hear herself rip loose. Escaping self respect that provokes the simulation of the mood. She, claims I’m her free time. Her down time when she’s redefined. When she’s allowed to masterbate when no one’s looking. She obsesses of the warmth of my cock unloading that cream filled pudding. Her secret is to wear me. Her fetish insists on being my freak. She, knows she’s beautiful exactly the way she is. Bared in the nude until she’s excused. Tamed. As that waltz she has walks away…

Raining tears…

Rain isn’t nothing but tears gathered to fall from above. Do we can see our reflections looking back up. As we step on them that causes a ripple effect. The rain fell from someone’s eye as a release of luv’s affect. The rain is the cleansing e we play in as a child. Somehow we’ve forgotten to remember live in a more simpler system of mind. But when the rain comes down we all feel the comfort of its cool ease. Slowing time to sit back and breathe. The rain has a smell that can take us back to our childhoods. To a place where safe meant we were wild but good. Once upon a time ago we seen the good no matter the weather. At given moment was forever. We tasted the rain with our mouths open with the passing of years. The same way we will always know the flavor of our tears. Rain washes everything away. Tears release the pain. They’re one the same as we’re just trying to live. So with the breeze know, there’s a sigh of relief. With the thunder, there’s a heartbeat with a greater need. S as the lightning is the life of the storm. Our own currents will revive us to a better norm. The rain brings the balance as for when we cry, we teeter until we’re ok. Nonetheless, we’ll reason with both as they correct the expressions in our face.

The main event…

It all leads I to the main event. After the butterflies due and sighs tend to vent. On the other side get luv forgets who’s a friend. There’s the beginning of a new era just past the inevitable end. It’ll all transform from strangers to luv’rs getting to know the details in one surfer’s design. But it’s in the mind safer emotions will do the time. Ignited by the thought of what used to be. Ignored so the feeling doesn’t remember the dream. Up at the top of the peak, there’s only one way down. As a direct version of self is the only one left to be found. From the joy of luv a darker place rises from the smoke. For every fire lit creates the ashes said to be a joke. Tongues don’t care beyond the fading of a kiss the bittersweet taste is difficult to wipe from the lips. Bcuz in the best of passion they a fear lingering with the thrill. And once it’s provoked words wanna kill. Telling tales from a one sided story that makes no sense. One hasta be aware of the chaos that’ll one day set in. Hasty moments can ruin the creation of a good life. If the heart insists on overriding the mind. Someone will forget what matters in the caterpillar stage. As those unfamiliar facial expressions change the truth on the face. Body language just won’t wanna be touched. As there’s no use in the luv making or even to be fucked. Bcuz the fuckery is mental with thoughts that drift with actions that cannot hide. Eventually turning away from the rains of why. Resorting back to a prior, more sensible sigh.  Losing of in the carelessness of self awareness we’ll loosen the tears that will fall. Meaning something to someone else will stall. All in all, It’s in the character not played but the one that stands within stability that’ll prevent foes from ever adapting to the hate. Allowing the flow to be the glue of emotions so two people can evolve together in their own weird way. The main event is determined by the choice of who is who. The only way to know is to live life in through. It’ll break a fainted heart quick if it thinks it has control. As pieces of the mind slowly begging to implode. One just haste be alert without crowding free will for the present to become a memorable past. Otherwise it’ll nothing but a passerby that’s one at a time leaving so fast. With short lived encounters that take up too much space in the head. Creating a monster living in disbelief that needs out to rest…

Back then ain’t now…

From the itty bitty titties to the busty comforts squeeze. I’ve been there. From the 5’2 to 5’8, I’ve been there. There were blondes and brunettes and even two at once. I’ve been there. From the changing of luv’rs to the cheating whore that I’ve been. I’ve been there. As two sisters was nice and even better together. I’ve been there. From the highs of luv to the lows of lusts, I’ve been there. Honesty never sounded so good one a lie slipped from the lips. I’ve been there. From the start of the first one to losing count. I’ve been there. From the favs to the I can’t revenge no more, one been there. As the fresh feeling faded into the idc that settled in. I’ve been there. I’ve been everything to done and not enough for others, I’ve been there. And I fucked then my way as yes, I’ve been there. Sweet kisses to you absent faces that became ancient, I’ve been there. From 24 years older to 16 years younger, I’ve been there. And it didn’t matter if they were petite to curvy asf, I’ve been there. From the working type to the addicts that couldn’t keep it together, I’ve been there. I went from start to finish but I was always straight up. I’ve been there. From going all in to no I don’t wanna fuck. I’ve been there. I’ve been confused and I’ve been precise, I’ve been there. I’ve been missed and I’ve missed a few that were in between. I’ve been there. I had my own flaws and I’ve made corrections, I’ve been there. From good convos to just shit up and suck, I’ve been there. I’ve had submissives and never gave chase to the hard to gets, I’ve been there. I’ve had patience and I’ve walked away, I’ve been there. There were very few I regret leaving as circumstances weren’t right, I’ve been there. I’m going home come morning was just the same as living side by side. I’ve been there. I’ve given in to the softer side and realized it wasn’t for me, I’ve been there. I’ve married and divorced and never again, I’ve been there. I’ve rushed things and I’ve taken my time to allow things to evolve naturally, I’ve been there. I’ve laughed, I’ve cried. I’ve never there. I’ve never been for just anyone, but more than I’ve realized. I’ve been there. I’ve had character and I’ve can’t outta character to play a character. I’ve been there. I’ve had friends I I’ve never fucked and others I have. I’ve been there. From the mental ones to the emotional type, I’ve been there. I’ve said no more than I’ve ever said yes to interests tossed my way, I’ve been there. I’ve lived and I’ve sat in rooms totally alone, I’ve been there. I’ve been the bad guy but have never pointed a finger, I’ve been there. I’ve allowed stupidity and I’ve been out for the fun. I’ve need there. I’ve always intended on ficking more than once, but not with as many as I’ve had. I’ve been there. I’ve always wanted just one, but this is my path. I’ve been there…

Superficial slut…

Look me in the eyes, tell me you don’t luv me. Lemme hear you insist that I’m your friend. It’s all means nothing. Ohh, here comes the end. Sneaking up like a back door, sitting on the front porch. You’ll fade, deep into another to explore. Finders keepers had no words for the betrayals smile that leaves. Ooh, how the wicked tongue blesses lies at intent gathered it things. Tell me what I mean to you and then show me time cannot waste your seat with me. Ooh, how dreams become nightmares once they flee. Shh, quality go on about you way. My face never held a name with you lips speaking of anyways. I’ve know you were around just for the dick that showed you to feel lug’s ohh so deep. Through the pleasure you were so easy to read. Reminds me of what we’ve become. While we’re still one one. Prior to the door opening and a drifter comes along. I don’t wanna hear the truths from the echoing coming from the walls. I won the same game you thought you beat me at. I knew you’d be gone before long, and never too fast. You buried yourself, but not in me. My heart doesn’t carry the burden you never felt. I’ve juggled consequences of the outcome silently in my head. The ghost of you forever mingle well with the undead.  I’m thinking, how long will it be until you break. Until you awaken to the honesty of me knowing you’re fake. Will you laugh or turn it so sound on me? One day you’ll be free. But for now, let’s just keep it where you connect the best, fitting sex. So the contents of your chest pulsates before we rest. I’m guilty of enjoying you in the way you crave to be satisfied to you core. It’s just sad that bring that there’s nothing more.  So tell me again that your kink is the trigger to your emotional status. Ooh wait, that was your secret that you keep under the mattress. I’m not mad, I just wanna be shallow bcuz I’m glad I get to dick you down. I have a lil time to kill so open it mouth. That’s what you like as you pretend to open up. And now we both know there’s only one thing spreading to accept the acts of lusts. It ain’t your heart as we twist and turn through the curves that hands tend to play. It’s your body that needs me to escape. It seems one caught on to the misfortune that’s came to me in the shape of you. As I’ll never feel hour you’re inner makings thrive to be put to use. I’m a stiffy, hardened by the likings of your sexual desires. A beast that came to life that is cheated outta passions fire. Being barred with your naked flesh is when I hear you speak of any type of depths. Bcuz the whispers you sigh creates a superficial slut so you can maintain long enough until there’s nothing left. What a ride, right? One day I’ll rid you of my life. You’re not what I expected but damn the thrill of you walking out. Just post the memories as you cater to a different cock that’s been been found. And he’ll fall for the physicality of your presence for sure. It’s the only piece of you worth the lure it takes to reel in a cure. From one pogo stick to another you land and bounce as you hide. You only want a luv’t to lie to about an endless forever that’ll fuck with their mind. As for now, imma keep on doing all the dirty lil things you melt to. So loosen up and drip as we move. I like it bcuz I don’t haves invest. I can fuck you like we just met. Locked beyond reason so your eyes roll with the curling of your toes. You’re not mine, no no no. You’re fun and I can’t get enough. I’m weak to the rush. To the fingertips clinging to my skin. Within you is the erotic disaster upon my grin. As the begging and submission tells on you. You need a man to release you from your truths. To break you. You own you. Owned until to cum. Then you’re distant and numb. Awaiting the next interaction that helps overlook the emptiness in which you dwell. You make my cock swell. Reaching heights for you to slide down. You enjoy the way I stretch you out. I can dig it as I dig in to the sins so sweet to my ears. Tell me, it’s me you fear. Let it be known I’m the why you refuse to give in. Your know I’ll have you bending backwards when I touch your ribs. Given you a purpose that sexuality grows on. I’m more than the epitome of your lower frequency state of being my whore. You give it up but not once ever given in. We only tamper with your sins. Adjusting your mood swings to ease on up. So you can come undone. Do you don’t havta admit that you hate luv’s curse. That you’ve fallen for the way it all hurts. The pain is the sinister effect you praise. More so my fuckin name.!.

When done, is done…

If it hurt’s you more than you feel it hurts me, know it’s not the case. And if u hurt you, don’t go thinking I haven’t hurt myself bcuz you cannot see my emotions on my face. It’s just that we are wired differently and I can contain the fluctuations I’m fixated on. Unlike your ability to hold in the trauma forced by trauma and other details that alter your heart’s norm. In a world where society looks down on men when we hide our untold weakness, I must restrain as if I’m invincible. As you will prolly wish you were invisible. Neither of us will wanna be seen by the naked eye as whispers gather in the wind. So as you go on beyond closed doors, I’ll  sacrifice the reality of me out in the open like my mind hasn’t taken a detour. Just know, before that day comes the loss is real. At least for some time as I too must heal. Avoiding the pleasures of touch we’ve shared along the way. Just don’t feed into the black expression in my face. It’s to help forget a friend and a luv’r that has to move on. The depths reached is a place I will not dwell in as they’ll be scattered and torn. But there’s always an end after the beginning of strangers touching for the first time. Call it what it is, it’s life. I’ll ignore you even existed and you’ll have no knowledge I am a thing. It isn’t luv that’s complicated, it’s what’s left that mashed it hard to breathe. As I’ll accept the villain role. As my tongue will remain silent as the chapter of us comes to close without a creased fold. I’ll be nada, nothing, not a fuckin chuckle it would take to acknowledge me. And I’ll sleep good without you in my dreams. We can lie to everyone but the mirror, smiling for the picture we’ll pose. There’ll come a moment where there just isn’t any hope. From what I’ll hear is you’d wish you’d never fucked me. But there’s no word on my kid that’s willing to speak. You see, we can only walk together for so long. Listening to all the pretty lil songs. But you won’t get to me no matter how much you dig. I’ll be the shallow one to save you from truly tasting me as a sip. I’m okay with the outcome. When done, is done…

Weak azz nookie…

I hope you get wet when you think of me. I hope I crawl through your head endlessly. I feel the need to tell you, I wanna ruin any other man’s chance. And if you ever think about leaving, I wish upon you the worst sex that irritates your breathing. Yeah, I just want you to be happy. But the version of you I have in my thoughts is tangled up. I don’t wanna think you’re fuckin anyone beyond us.  I’d do some voodoo so your clit no longer works. I’m honest, not petty as you hear these words. I’m just not ok with you being touched. There’s no sense in space being in between me on you as we fuck. I want you to go without. I don’t care if you ever scream outlandish perversions out loud. I wouldn’t even tell you, fuck ya fellings either. Is not jealousy, I just believe where you belong is you going down on me like a tweaker. Everyone else should havta pay for your services. But you’re my whore so, I hope you lose the feeling right before you cum and dude thinks he’s worthless. You didn’t tell Me the things you do. I’m stingy when I actually find a use. So yeah, speaking into existence of a lame sex life for you is a must. Bcuz I’ve reasoned with myself and your audition shouldn’t exist if I’m not having the fun. Who cares how you feel? You should develop and odor and bark like a seal. Clapping your hands as if you’re retarded asf. Done ever think of me as a once was. I’ll be there in every sigh you try to laugh off. Forever sending bad juju that he’s not big enough to stroke your walls. With no hip thrusts and his cum face is weak. I hope you have fake it to forget me. And every time you do I live on as I destroy your desire’s s wants and need. But I don’t want him to hit it and quit it. I’d rather you havta suffer when he can’t figure out how to lick your lips. It’s that serious. To me it’s marvelous. A curse you’d deserve if you ever left. Bcuz it’s your eyes that is the only thing that is to get wet. With nothing to do with your heart whatsoever. It’s the dissatisfaction you’ll continue to encounter with every single luv’r. I just wanna dig so deep you can’t go without me. Even if you tried, nothing or no one could ever be equivalent to me in your daydreams. You need not smile if I’m not there when you give away your body. I carry a spell so you can’t renege how to be naughty. So your fingertips don’t feel nothing like pleasure to others wanting to shed clothes. I really want your sec life to to life hope. You should dry out as your freaky side fails to burst. Pus and mouth, I hope they crave the thirst. If you couldn’t help call my name when he’s inside of you, it be priceless. And it would never be dull moment if he had weak azz nookie and pounced on you like you were lifeless. I wish for your sweet spot to rot like a tooth. I hope your twat gets way too loose. I’m not being funny even though this is funny as the fuck I wouldn’t get. I want your kitten to developed a lisp. Grow inside out into a dick. And I don’t want it to feel good when you get finger flicked. Let it shrivel up. He can go limp every time you damn near climax and then, done. Go without. Starting now.!.