Silly goose…

You don’t havta me anywhere you don’t wanna be. So why are you here touching up on me? I’m confused bcuz nothing in my head believes relations last. And to give you what you want will mean I’ll must definitely hurt you. I’m not looking for luv bcuz it’s not for me. There’s just something about the way it moves that ends up destroying dreams. But, oh how your hands give a comfort to my skin. And I don’t wanna mention how I feel alive again. You can have anyone willing to be everything you’ve ever wanted. So why the consistent demand to enjoy the loveless? Am I just next in line? That’ll leave you talking shit about me past the ends of an us due to you thought we’d wind up like. Even though I can admit it’s nice being felt in for a while. And I do like the shape of your smile. I’m not a monster, I just ain’t into what you trying to hunt down. Somehow you’ve got it in your head that I’m the answer to your now. Bcuz that’s all life is to begin with. The presence of being present to actually live. And I cannot promise you tomorrow here tonight. So why is it that stare you have wanted to convince me that this is more than a hype? I’m not into the pain after the memories I cannot seem to keep. In the aftermath you’ll forget me sooner than you think. As I’m humble enough to know the pattern of emotions you possess. I’ll admit, I’m not like the rest. Be on your way so I’m not the bad guy you’ll claim I am. I’m just one solo artist within this man…

Her halo is all mine…

Twirling her halo around my finger and no, I won’t give it back. God ain’t bad if it ain’t worth the fuck so let her be as I blue out her back. She’s gotta fiend clawing at the surface wanting to be freed. And I’m just too into putting her on her knees. She states out shy to endure the twist of being abused. Get her going and her insides bust loose. The bitch explodes the dirtier the fuck get like it’s her first time realizing who she is. Filthy lil cunt brings joy to my boys as she moves her wrist. Right not left swinging from her chin. Deep down setter the tears build up she craves to please. And I like watching her mascara smear as she tries to breathe. Bad habits are hard to break but I’d rather break her in. Choke her with her halo again and again. There’s nothing like turning Princess out to the darker side. Over here if where she belongs getting fucked for life. My personal lil cum sucking slut. She shots hire her knees tap out when her azz gets plugged. Vibrating to the feel of squealing insane to take it all at once. Jet lips plead, daddy it hurts as I tell her to hush. Devoted to my cock is her passion clinging to the use. She’s my demented lil fantasy the way she moves. Her whorish behavior knows how to drain my balks. Tossed upon the bed after being pinned to the wall. My hand in her panties and waited around her throat. It’s how chrny she gets when I leave her alone she must be dominated to get off there’s no other way. I fuck Herr like I hate her as the moans my name. Tasty lil freak swallows every time. As ripped fishnets are the kink that curved her right. Bad girl gone too far to ever return to who she used to be. She demands to be handled to fulfill her wet dreams. I luv when she’s looking back saying harder daddy give it to me. The deeper the better is the way she speaks. Like a savage that blows my mind. Her halo is all mine. Whether she’s dripping in cum or tied the fuck up. At my mercy she’s obedient to my touch. To the sensation of positive to do what I wish. She enjoys the lingering hormones in between her legs that open with a subtle kiss. Perfect is the submissive wanting to play. And I have many games…

Who’s controlling who.?.

Moonlight, bouncing off the walls to give the room a glow. Lips walking upon the skin to hear softened moans. Smooth to the texture the body moves with use. Capturing the night on the loose. Tied up in linen as the silence creates sound. The crave is real enough to touch with the mouth. Still frames in live sight is such a breathtaking image. The nakedness of willing is exposed as I rise to stand at the bed’s edge. Fingers gently caressing the flesh of a luv’r bound to my intent. Like a feather’s stroke releasing a sigh that needs to vent. Who’s controlling who in a game of submission at its best? Patience, I just Ava take ny time to tease your flesh. Slow. I don’t wanna leave you alone. So, truly you head back as I taste you from head to toe. There’s a pleasure in the way your groped. You enjoy receiving the attention as I insist on being your fiddler. Don’t move as I take a few mental pictures. You on display before my eyes is a reason to believe in wanting more. The desire that lingers between us is with the feeling pulsating in the chest. We’re a passion so alive kinks demand to be used to lay a mess. From your neck to your navel I explore you with ease. It’s strange horse you don’t has ask me to get on my knees. To hover over you prior to me going below to where the sun doesn’t shine. That’s when I bring you to life. Tongue swirling with a twirl as my hand grip you hips. Face down and buried without a chance of air to save be from this mind blowing trip. I’m all in to the flavor you possess as I grin. But who’s controlling who as I pucker for a kiss. Right at the tip of your clit as I suck on it. I can hear you squirming into grind trying to get it. Busy cut me once and I’ll promise not to stop. I might release you and let you get up top. Let loose. Who’s controlling who?

it's just her...

it's the way a tear flows softly down her cheek when she sees something beautiful. it's how the sunset touches her face and makes her smile useful. it's the reflection of everything she lives for wrapped up for the keeping that I notice in her happiness. she's fallen for herself but not too far gone to comprehend a luv that would be missed. it's just the way her expression meet the day. it's nice to witness such a pure display. it's something I wish I was capable of. she's not me for sure bcuz she's more than I ever was. it's the presence of self she cannot hide within. it's her motion that lives that has so much to give. it's the little things I've forgotten along the way. she's better than me even when she's in pain. it's the fire she cannot contain. it's the passion flowing through her veins. it's the correction of how she's changed. she's a gesture in her own that gives thanks. it's how strange she's comfortable around natures gift. it's the way she nibble on her bottom lip. it's breath taking how she interacts with no one around. she's unbothered to be alone bcuz she's been found... 

Dysfunctional facade…

It’s the wonder that sends the mind into the silence. In between the thoughts that linger with verbal violence. Without words to speak on due to damage control. It’s the disruption that creates the emptiness of home. As the tongue refuses to play. Disbelief recreates the face. Pondering why is it happiness must be sacrificed so others can smile as self’s feelings hide. Too far gone in the mental seems to protect the divide. Round after round emotion shuts due to avoid the pain instead of living. And all that’s trapped behind the eyes is how what should be isn’t real enough to admit there needs be some level of forgetting or forgiving. The wandering within goes on to be too long alone. One tends to break down the cycle of the purpose believing in hope. As time is the factor no one can get back. With life itself playing out on the other side of sighs simply squeezing the fuck outta the facts. The mute can never be heard unless the mime puts on a show. Encouraging others to live as the decisions made while change is the reciprocation forcing common sense to betray growth. Strange expressions make familiar faces appear to be odd. Somewhat unrecognizable due to the dysfunctional facade. Where oh where can the head be buried and still breathe to get away from the confusion? The conditions of acceptance is to play the part or stay away from the illusions. For delusional mindsets gather in circles to be the standard of getting along. But fitting in isn’t for everyone with a thought process worth a fuck so it in its own has a worth. As thumbs twirl, giving up on waiting on things to smooth out. There’s no better time to get on getting on than in the precise moment of the now…

Less time, more luv...

Maybe if dog years is how long we have. If growing old came faster than tomorrow's gone to an absent past. Would a friend matter with excitement like forever just occurred every time we come together after a few hours apart? Idk but it should be a lot easier on the heart. Living every seven in the blink of an eye where one year gets away. Maybe a smile could feel worth for once as days are months forcing age upon the face. To know this thing called life isn't something that lasts forever. Is it possible that folks just might slow down a bit before it's whatever. This damn creation running through the veins seems to drag on with so much lost. And yet, it ain't near long enough to enjoy when everyone is pointing out everyone else's flaws. Up the walls are holes fighting off the meaningless moments never made. As all the mindset can round out to say is, fuck the pain. Only if our time has a limit as we'd expire soon. But wait, a dog doesn't have the kinda time we do and still can't wait to be near their person in the room. Are we just outta touch or so blind to the facts that we become strangers to eyes looking away as the head spins?  Something hasta give. The lights aren't gonna be on long enough to see kids grow old. And the dog will be leaving even sooner than the loyalty that lingers with the shivering cold. How is it people take for granted all the lil things a dog hasn't a clue to think of? When we're capable of so much more than turning on and off the magic of luv. Is family in this day and age ok with moving on? Are we different in ways we cannot accept one another's lives being scorned? Being too good for anything isn't a characteristic a dog can comprehend. Let's hear it for man's best friend. Aways there where the world is crashing down or living it up. Not knowing how to be a character within chapters as the story goes in motion just wanting to slow down from the rush. A dog's character is as priceless as life itself. Only if we all felt the same way no matter the situations dealt...

I'll smile when I'm dead...

Stretched into a tare I feel me losing again. The bridge between both sides is burning within. Two pieces of self is at the mercy of those who say they care. Intent is on display as I drip into a puddle down there. Far below the most wicked pain. Here I stand caught in the middle of everything I have to gain. Falling away from me is the life taken from my eyes. Damn me if I’m simply just trying to make it through this life. I’ll smile on my way out for others to see what they’ve caused. It’s always after the fact that real thoughts climb then walls. And this is it. Another dagger lunged to settle deep that didn't even try to miss. I'm in the crossfire as I hold on until there's nothing of me left. As I feel the contents of all the good leaving my chest. It's those closest that forget compassion of what it takes to coexist. Forcing a divide that cuts new wounds released from familiar lips. Acceptance is a breakdown from one angle or the next. And this is what's said to be a life truly blessed. I'm turning inward to find strength so they don't hurt me with their selfish ways. With a wonder of do they even see the torture I'm hiding upon my face. Is the fatigue of reoccurrence of hard times surfacing yet? Or is this what I was made to be treated like the rest. Friendly faces frown and it's not my fault. People are so conceited but aren't as conscious as they claim or there'd be a pause. Before luv is lost or even damaged by trusted hands. I'm somewhere trapped in a bubble that's losing air. I'm afraid to swim. Why can't they figure a way to get along so I too can be as happy as their vibrating ribs. Ooh, that dreadful ache of loneliness is coming back. I don't want it as I fear I cannot dodge its grasp. This situation refuses to fix itself with characters that haven't a consideration for me. And yet I'm the one that listens to issues to smooth out the wrinkles so we can all live the dream. So where do I fit in to the chaos I didn't cause? Do I even need to entertain egos that ignore their own flaws? The destruction from an undeveloped mind that thinks it's figured out the way things ought to be is unreal. When wisdom speaks fluent usefulness that's shunned as if I haven't a few times over already healed. Immaturity runs deeper than arrogance as both are taking turns abusing a pure passion fading fast. This is when moments aren't being made just to go without the comfort of enjoying the emotional use as the memory is soon to look back at an empty past. How many smiles are to be missed due to the unwillingness put out on display? How much disappointment can the heart take prior to how it adapts to being betrayed? I'll smile when I'm dead. It'll be for the best...