Do tell...

Do tell me why I can't believe you telling me you're so much fucking different. Speak as I remain silent so you can get through the confusion of indifference. I need not question what you say is the truth. Yet, I cannot take your word they sound similar to others wanting to be put to use. So choose your words with precise precision. N find me intrigued if you will in a moment of persuasion. Entice me with truths that live beyond words spoken. N neither of us will ever end up heartbroken. As the tongue slivers to alter sound. I'm listening so I can hear the message coming from your mouth. Do tell it the way you shall. Just don't mimic the crowd...

Coexisting with ease...

No sex. Just friends. Let's see how well we mingle first. Talk n put things on the table so intensions don't lurk. We can be as upfront as truths can show. Possibly finding a reason to move forward with words. To conversate on another level where friends exist. No touchy, no feely, just u n I biting our lip. Holding back what we feel we want each other to know. So a chameleon doesn't appear full of desperate hope. Hands off n emotion set aside. Just allow there to be a u n an I. Coexisting with ease. Without the urgencies of pleads. As is in true form as the individuals are noticed. Face to face n staying focused. Taking breaths that fill the mood. Undisturbed by what doesn't move with the room. As steady as sure can align with a use witnessed. Doesn't obtaining the cure of happiness...

No aches, no pains...

I fear hurting you if there's ever a need to defend myself. All due to how it's me on the flip side of not being felt. Fit luv is as selfish as his it makes self feel just that. Self, in a situation of attempting to luv another before the closing of the past. I'm not into the pain that's followed by the resentment soon to surface. To me the childishness is worthless. So, if it's friends we cannot be we shall not cuddle up. I'm scared of the aftermath that will occur with the cussing of luv. N I'm taking into consideration of your facial expressions that'll change trust. Draining it with an emptiness drowning the eyes. You're smile is with more than me protecting myself bcuz I havta. Bcuz if it ever gets to that point we were never anything more than luv'rs composed as a sad arietta. The ugliest side of us will destroy the feel of who were thought we were. N we both know nerves wouldn't settle until our own version is heard. N that's the dreaded final call. The day we stand face to face as away we fall. In opposing directions back into the crowd. Listening to whippers in the wind that sound so loud. Coerced I will stand for me. Even if it's your potency disturbing who it is I am to be. It's frightening to think I'd harm u in any way. So let's not interact n live for another day...

Chapters of the novel...

Luv is a phase n then it shakes attachments off. From their touch to their faces, strangers wanna get close just to turn around n get lost. Like never fits quite right looking for a certain type. N the hype runs its course as lips slip into thoughts roaming through in the mind. The heart luv's emotion so can feel alive. As periodic relationships claim territory of the body until the end divides. Wasting desires n time on someone left in the a prior moment. Craves change n passions get redirected into eyes of a strangers stare trying to hold it. Depths empty n comforts fill the core in many ways. In a stage under conditions where real didn't cause pain. But yet, the interaction runs it course. As it's always back to self wanting no more. Junctures of in n outta compatibilities is a realization of growth. Especially when it's safer to sit alone. Far from the rotation of luv'rs calling each other the same pet names. As in between episodes expressions settle into a calm stretched upon the face.

Day night day night...

Lonely by the night rotation trying to escape the fight. Alive n running by days giving mornings light. History in the makings no one ever knows. Home being the one place torn am n pm. Living through the mingling of empty dms. Alone in the hrs behind the shade. Expressions upon the face shape shift as time is paid. With silence becoming a long friend. Just to feel life from the sun touch the skins singe. Like a revolving door chasing the stillness moving within its realm. The ol topsy turvy of the teetering seesaw goes up n down. As the back in forth of daily moods transform with the now. From dark places to bright skies. Opposites of self linger within disciplined sighs. From the pits of solitude to the upright living. What's hidden from sight is true self wasting away in the act of not giving. Trapped in the illusion of hope nothing ever feels alive. But in the come around of the return of sun rays there's a difference in the hype...

Speechless...

Sidestepping verbal validations. Listening to words. Cheep n whatever comes to mind. Saying anything to give another worth. But rather is the matter to shut there fuck up. So truths rise to the occasion. In the s silence of the eyes that cannot lie. Maneuvering within with the feel of a new invasion. Lips motionlessness to expressions hushed. Awaiting actions to lead the way. Through the course of time use is in the patience taken. Giving a different type of comfort upon the face. Safe n confirmed with a friend to be made. Saved for the future to play out. Without a need to rush let's into a form of cheep thrills. To live in the moment of the flow. Getting to the in particular precise second knowing is fulfilled. Capturing the process. In a muted pause. Noticing the motivation that creates smiles. Changing the sand ol same for a better cause...

The saddest part...

Behind the smile n the stare there's a loner white afraid. And to create laughter in an instant but yet sinks deep into chains. Bound to a safe place no one knows the fear of being touched. As being felt is a little too close to luv. A madness of spontaneous bits of who resides within can be seen. Although remove the mask n fragments become too much to breathe. The clown hides truths tuck away tight. Away from the beginnings of ends that lose the fight. As even friends are at a distance to calm a nerve. The solo act isn't all but a show as eyes lurk. One finger applied to the skin scares self back into its hole. Looking n craving yet, another joke. A better sense of a thrill that's willing to play. Diverting attention away from emotion to dilute the expression upon the face. Just to remain alone so the inner makings don't move. Sidestepping interests the chuckles live loose. Always ready for the next quick wtf. As chuckles get with the giggles to avoid anyone seeing the lack of trust. It's an art on display that speaks of the twisted contents that submitted to the silence. Admitting that depths are far too deep for relations inevitably turning verbally violent. For the never again was meant as a promise to self. As the entertainer was enhanced so others could grin from a little help. Beneath the surface there's someone that wants more but cannot escape. Due to the belief of use played the fool n lost at the unwanted games. The drifter of sorts that just wants to go home. Not knowing in which way to go. So, the shit show is what everyone gets. To protect self so no one hears the truth whispered from the lips...

Inches in..

2 inches in n her eyes opened up. I wasn't sure of what I witnessed but I could've sworn it was luv. Damn she was tight to the fit of it hurts. I felt her wrapped around the thickness of my girth. N I could only imagine how she felt when the next 3 inches reached for her heart. With slow strokes I watched her moan herself apart. Listening to my whispers of shh, just take it. As with a shove there was a forcing of the 6th n 7th inches in that went past where anyone has ever been. Deep inside her wet juiciness is how I found the snuggliest pussy I'm yet to come across. As she spoke in words that went, please, easy, you're too big. But I wasn't even fully in. N when I told her she pressed as put her hands on my chest. Trying to catch her breath before I inserted the rest. N as she loosened up the eight inch was strong n hard n full of give it me. With a submission in her escape. She came out to play. To enjoy the stretching goin bang bang bang. Oh damn is what her sighs sang. Moving along with the bed creaking n rocking with the motion of wetness flowing. But it wasn't until that final bit of what was left of me was buried in her depths that I heard her gasp to the knowing. In an admittance of she's never opened up in such a way. It was laying upon the orgasm coming outta her face. Wanting to be seen. Craving to feel me cum in the moment of my dick in the bottom of her needs. Fully submerged n climaxing we simultaneously let loose. As our bodies went limp like we couldn't move...

Back to number one...

I found what I wanted but it wasn't what I thought it was. N it wasn't until I fell so fast in that I realized the truth of luv. Blinded by a smile of such beauty I was consumed. I found you but I wasn't what truly moved you. I was words expressed that never showed proof. As I lingered in life waiting on my heart to cut you loose. I found me n there's no you here as I've called a truce. Truth be told, it was a one way rendezvous. N it's made me more aware in the aftermath of there's is no us. But that in its own is a matter of it's me I havta luv... 

The key...

She gave him the key that opens everything to her world. Made him promise never to give it back, even if she lost her word. N he held it close to his heart for the keeping. Shameless n selfless as there just was no such thing as leaving.  Happy. That's the thrill of the connection they shared in smiles lit up. So far behind there lines there was no returning from luv. It was them until the end came to take one or the other away. As only one would be left to carry on with memories expressed upon their face. As the bitter sweet relations changed through the course of time. Periodically one or the other was the one holding on to hope to ease the mind. With years lived they'd became someone else. Damn near a stranger due to together they forgotten what it was that was once felt. Until the moment came to be to, go their sperate ways. Redefining the contents of emotion still lingering in depths empty space. It seemed they were good on their own for so long. Then she met someone new that transformed her into a different sound of song. He asked her for her hand to wed as she gasped trying to catch her breath. Ready for a life of whatever comes next. N as she stood at the alter staring into his eyes. That old feeling of belonging came back when her ex walked through the doors n said, "hi". Jaws dropped but he arrived to the occasion in peace. With a stretched out hand to break a promise by giving her the key. The symbol of simplicity that bound them forever as one. He was willing to wish her the best with tears falling from what's been hushed. From the purity of admittance that it would be them in a lifetime of no matter what. With a silent look she knew he had to give up. N with a turn he stepped back to allow her choice to move on. So she could fulfill the dreams he couldn't help her explore. But before he got to the door she called out his name. With a unique but familiar tone in her voice she said, "this is yours babe". Stopping him from disappearing outta sight. To hide away like a creature chasing the night. She remembered in that moment that it was them no one else could ever explain. He must've unlocked the right door along the way to keep her wanting everything worth the save. For she couldn't let him live without her by his side. Once upon a time ago, luv found a like. It was meant to last as it's still alive n heard. Her friend kept his word to put her first.

Changing degrees...

 Luv is one the temperature from good to bad. Willing to create a tomorrow that isn't forgotten in the past. At the heat is caused by the excitement reclassifying the heart. Intensifying moments that conflict with the beauty of charm. The sizzle melts cold emotions that revive the feel. Yet is but careful passion's flame will burn them to a singeing meal. As two can taste the flavor on intent. Or bitter into the flesh once the end is present. Fluctuating fahrenheits define time's expectancy to coexist. Continually warming the thrill for the feast. Taint the meetings of the inner beasts. Hungry n craving the touch of a luv'r. Playing with a friend said to be more than the day relations are over. Simmering going either way. Either coming back into focus after a fight or riding out the sauce to clean plate...

Fit to fill...

I wonder how'd we'd fit. Physically, mentally, n emotionally. As the crave of desires meet facts kicking in. I think of how tight you'd be wrapped around the way you make me breathe. With a moan of your own to add to the mix. Stuffed full within the heart as there's no room within you left. Feeling every inch as I stand firm. As the pulsation reaches for your chest. I'm curious to know if we'd meet in the middle. Of life, ourselves, n with the universe surrounding only us. As touch isn't the only thing we crave. N hope has nothing to do with the makings of luv. Willing n able to not only say but to rescue again each other from all other pet names. The curiosity of the comfort of you laying on my chest. Hearts as close as they can be as we commit to invest. Flowing with the passion through every aspect in life. In sync with you on me resting to ease our minds. Thinking about us. In the calming of the rush. Slowly touching the naked flesh in be a caress felt deep within. I think about the moment we begin to live...

The crippling invasion...

Sharing pillows with the enemy. Crossing lines within dull energy. Lies camouflaged in stares. An unknown threat waiting to rip a tare. With twisted intensions that raise hope to the occasion. The heart not knowing of the crippling invasion. In it for self their truth is disguised. Hidden in plain sight. A foe in a moment of make due. Giving just enough to appear to be proof. Comfort wrapped in warmth of arms settling the nerves. Listening to all the little things spoken in words. Unaware there's a monster creeping through life. Holding hands felt just to pass time. Gathering smiles in thoughts that create a memory made to keep. Yet, to see a so called friend set thier own self free. Days become months that combined to make years. Sitting in the company of someone who will soon define the meaning of tears. The pretender moving in motion with emotions that sway. Lacking true devotion rarely displayed upon the face. Hearing whispers softly saying thy name. Waiting on their moment to escape. Blinded by another's stare drifting with sight. As it's another they silently seek lingering in life. Quietly ignoring the quality of who lays next to them in the present. Self will become a past thought of a distant presence. The process is long with a deceitful motive. N through it all self is the one that was never noticed...

Look into me...

Don't close your eyes. Witness a stranger n become that vibe. Look into me. Feel the nature of the beast. Be. Outside of all your lonely daydreams. As close as breaths can be felt. Upon they lips with the head on tilt. Take a look as kisses create a pulse. When finding a friend in a moment where times with the pause. Open up. Be seen as someone to trust. Going with the flow of passion held within. Move with my body as u grasp a grip. Touching with a sense of it's me you cannot resist. Letting self come out to make a reality outta that unfulfilled wish. Take a peek into my stare. Let's peel each other back layer by layer. Going deeper than comfort can dare. As skin finds joy in being flush. Once again before it's too late we can be the rush. The consumption of use wanting to play. I'm no one in which you havta be afraid. Focus on how I look at you. How you accept the man I am admitting a truce. I'm a whisper in between sighs clinging to desires. Light that fire. Watch how the night exposes my mind. Running off silhouettes created to be redefined. On display upon the wall walls opposite from the flame As our shadows become one n we regain the expressions upon our own face. Chuckling with a ripple reaching the shores of the heart. Lay your sights on me as I mean you no harm. Up close n personal is the thrill I seek. Aware that it's you that you've come to free. In the design of my corneas, come find me. N try not not to blink...

Until we meet...

I don't want you to see me with anyone else. So I remain single waiting to be felt. For you to pass me by wouldn't be his for me. To be fun in your eyes with another in my life. I'd miss out on it as as I lose my mind. As there's just some things patience truly stands for. I guess I'll see you eventually when you're done taking score. Trying out smokes to see which one fits you the best. Knowing it isn't me face attached to the feeling so it's not the same when it's coming from the chest. All yourself if I was taken then how would you know it was me? The one you've admitting doesn't exist but I'm dreams. As even in there I can't chase anyone but you. But your not here nor there to be put to use. Maybe time just forgot about us. Or possibly, you're holding on to someone you think is your one n only. With a loner within that aches for more. Do you ever state off into the unknown n think something's wrong in your core? Bcuz I'm stagnant but sidestepping others that claim to be your silhouette. Looking like I'm broken but it's ok bcuz I know, with you I'll take my last breath. N it could be I've already encountered the likes of you. Idk due to I'm so far in my lane I can't see the wood. Caught behind the lines of myself without a friend. As it'll prolly be this way until the end. Even though I'm open minded to what you may look like. It's who you are that will cure my sight. From the blur I believe we're trapped within. Feeling our way around in others from time to time seeking to live. Falling short or fighting the urge to submit to a stranger having something to give. Or is it you are just that? N somehow I've dismissed the chance n placed you in my past. Idk but I havta keep on moving. Can't stop, won't stop, until we meet in the middle of the soothing. Thinking, damn it's nice ASF to finally have you around. But for now...

Two as one...

Opened without limits. Sexual desires fueled no matter the filth that resides tasted upon the lips. Convo free to explore whatever comes from the thought. Kinky or straight to the point as friends have a cause. Bonded by likes living life to the fullest. With edges trimmed are that of useless bullshit. Relations clicking on every level in accepted as the comfort of weird. I'm a unique way of loose that lives by an example without fear. Able to be as is n at peace within the walls of the mind. Getting at the true origins with another set out to gain a rare type of grind. Whether or he tired the fuck up or having a night out. Together on the outside of boundaries where honesty creates the passage of passion found. A little quirky n a whole lotta freakiness. Faking in to the feel of truth wrapped up in happiness. In luv with the smile that stretches upon the face. Listening to content as tongues twiddle names. Fuckin n touching for fingertips to play with the skin. As reality is like a dream come true today never wants to return from the trip. Having a use to empty the contents of the heart. N much more as submissions interact with charm. In a breathtaking kinda way that gives air to the inner obligation to be self. Feeling a hand hold firm the details felt. Met in the presence of come out n fuckin play. By night n by day. Depths cannot deny the facts of disturbed that for every so nice. Laughing with the twisted sense of wtf in the eyes. Staring down a match  facing back. In the middle on a norm with the key the gates. With the fine print on between each line that needs not read. Did the confirmation is in the linger of there is no next. Mates, luv'rs n a lifetime of whatever in the fuck happens just does. Seen, noticed n witnessed to me enjoyed up close n flush.

Inside out...

Your face can only say so much. Body will only uphold until age creeps up. So who is it you truly are? I'm life playing parts. Going back n forth in between character n being one. It's it you that you've fallen in luv? When vanity is claimed by the act of dying alive. When home is everywhere to find. Who's deeper than the image on display? Beneath the physical portrayal that is the betrayal needing to tamed. Has the inner makings awakened to the reality that differ from societies force of habit? Able to step back n become in depths of the beauty as you've nabbed it. Real has two versions here. What is it you truly feel? Aside from the shit show of sight. Can you understand this in the contents of your mind?

Realities eyes...

Guidelines keeping self from being seen. Living behind the restrictions of society forcing self to thy knees. To bow to a way of life. Forcing the same ol same buried into them mind. Orchestrated patterns mimicked to fit in. Knowing there's more in the depths within. As the show is a false sense of being real. Creating followers to repeat how to feel. Set in place is an illusion of what is free. Compressing breaths before the chest they leave. Don't be different is the point of no return. Losing who one is in a time where there's a lack of worth. Captured n imprisoned in every way. Vanity, finance, mindset, it's all a fuckin game. A useless thrill of acceptance bcuz people are taught not to be alone. Having a lingering from deep roam. Appearing to be just like everyone else. Catering to egos of fictional characters needing help. N to be on the outside looking in skeeters reality. As the individual takes notice in the in eventuality. Witness to one by one of those breaking away. Finding inner makings happier without fake smiles upon the face. Truly living in their own unique sense of comfort. In luv with the desire of wanting more...

The willing to live...

A need to live. A seek of what there is to give. Back to life. With the thrills day n night. Having actions in movements. Capturing every moment. Enjoying breaths taken. With nothing ever forsaken. N every possibility waiting. To decide a smile is self facing. Realizing it's not over until it the curtains close. Having worth. Knowing home is everywhere. Giving birds to what simply hasn't a care. Wanting to be. With the beauty of the comfort of a word like, me. As time spins for the chance to laugh a lil bit. Gaining through the years of touching lips. Finding friends. Going to the ends of the earth before laying down as energy has been doesn't. To do it all over again come mornings light. Deep into the late night vibes. Creating three memory in thoughts coming back around. Free from restraints is the use found...

Dream girl...

You're beautiful. But you'll never hear me tell you how deeply I'm attracted to you. N that's the saddest thing I've ever come to know. Oh how the heart fears the let down on the move When it comes to you. When it comes to you. Yeah, it's yet to happen bcuz you have no idea I have a thing for you. Who am I to interrupt your singlism at it's finest. No it's not a word but fuck me over you. I'm a bit too much n I'd hate to not be me. So I sit back n wait on the day another fella woos you. Someone a little more into giving you your way. All bcuz I to matter n have a reason to mingle with you. But I can't step up n speak n I dunno why. I'm trying to understand this whole thing about you. N how I just wanna reach for a response. To become that one person to you. N yet here I am letting the feeling go to waste. N damn me if I can't stop thinking about you. As even my dreams come to life even you're in them. Awakening me in a different world where I can't keep me from you. You're breathtaking to someone like me. Lost in this place where there's no I in you. Maybe if you knew than possibly the thoughts could find a way. I'm just scared to to lose the issue of you. N we haven't even began to start. Mainly bcuz your silhouette has no face n it's not your vanity I set in you...

Behind closed n locked doors...

Wait! It'll be worth it. Or it'll just sound good in your head until it's too late. With a lingering feel of it's all bs. Sitting around staring at materials that cannot interact. But at least you'll be established if they ever come along. Big facts. Either way life goes can you go wrong? It'll be peaceful ASF truly finding self. Rounding out to be someone to reckon with. Knowing in life you don't need help. But the gesture in time will be fulfilling to actually live. As long lonely nights when there's nothing to do creep on up. Depending on the patience to be in the moment in which you are. One day, one night, n repeated while holding out for likes to cling to luv. Telling emotion to settle down in the contents of the heart. As single as the mind can withstand a friend to appear. Losing the restraints to be as is n nothing less. Distant from hands wanting to touch the thrill of the vibe ever so clear. Never to look into eyes until that one can't resist the depths reaching for rescuing from the chest. That is if the comfort of the solitude doesn't get you first. Capturing the best of you behind closed n locked doors. With not one person ever to see the real truth of muted worths. As the linger soothes the beast from ever wanting anything more. But, wait! It'll be worth it. Or it'll damn you too the voices that have no sound that mimics a mate. Drifting in a world where the smile doesn't match the efforts of the ribs. Missing the chuckles that create a difference in the middle of life. But if the rush moves to fast then it's back to square one. Starting all over again for the last time. So it's fuck feeling numb. Stages of the outcome change self a little too much. As not just anyone gets to come inside. Trust, exploring lusts, laying flush, n ooh the gush. Asking does every level exist in a package on display for the mind? Opened to the known. Free but earned. With a sense of humor but fully grown. Waiting on a turn. In the cycle of getting lost somewhere in the elsewhere of, huh? Trying not to die before the best of what's remains isn't considered what's left. Having a new feel daily to regain the fun. To wait on another who simply says, yes!

If the choice was yours...

And what if it was you and I alone in a room. With nothing but life between the two of us wanting to live. Would you fight me off the way I would you? If the moment just happened to present a chance to come from within the minds wits. As we stare in silence for the wonder to speak. If there was a you and a me behind closed doors. Hearing heartbeats as breaths tell on the way we breathe. Or if there's a possibility that we'd give in to wanting more? And let's say we found ourselves together with no one else around. What do you believe you'd do if the choice was there? Standing before you as you in front of me. Bcuz my curiosity would be looking for a certain gaze in the eyes of playing fair. On this side of daydreams where neither of us can leave. With the locks that haven't a key to open to the escape. Who would I be to someone like you wasting away? In a situation searching for a way out. Having time spent too realize I have a use that's gone untamed. Like you, in the presence of just once, moving without sound. Trust me, I'd refuse you by all means just the same. Ignoring the fact that just maybe you're different as we'd be too proud. In the center of the universe where there should be a lit flame. The chill from cold hearts just may be the end. Before the beginning ever takes place. Bcuz we're unwilling to give up the peace chancing to get close another so called friend. As we'd prolly shy away from remembering each other's face. Tell me I'm wrong and avoid the scenario of you, with me. Somewhere without others lurking about. Able to decide for self if it be okay to set the burden free. To put all the fuckin weight down...

Gropped...

Warm hand. Snug squeeze. Thumbs n fingers applied to the sides of the throat. Watching her eyes roll with a silent please. Deep. His fingers made it past her panty line. Down, oh so far down between her legs he felt her sighs. Doubling up for a feel for to match desires come from within her. Moving in sync with passionate strokes. Slow motions catering to her free will. Moans coming to life as she's gently being groped. With a nibble of the lip she begins to come undone. Hips grinding his fingertips on her clit. She gives into his tender touch. Toying with pulsating nerves throbbing with sensitized ends. Rotating her eyes upwards. Into the back of her heart they go. Oh no, she's falling in his hands. Losing control. She twitches as she cums. Amazed of how he makes his way through her lips. Her body tightens trying to fight a second  pop. She knows he enjoys caressing the slide of how wet she gets. As he whispers, get it, in her ear. Causing her hormones to shake. As he drops to his knees for her to get one off on his face. Creating an explosion that just can't wait. N again with the tongue swirling, she reaching her tippy toes. Damn near climbing the wall with one after another firing off. Until she stiffens up n push his head away from her mind that's just been blown...

Submit...

Gimme that azz. Come on over here n feed my appetite. Mmm, yeah. Bend on over as I bring you to life.

Soft, firm. Your thumper appears to need a friend. Lemme have it. With no limits as you cum again n again.

Bent at the hips, legs straight. Spread em n relax n lock your knees, don't fall. They're gonna get weak before I get done enjoying the taste.

No lie, no threat. Trust me when I say it'll please me more. Dropping down behind you to put in some work. Face buried as I get low down on the floor.

Restrained at the ankles to the bed. Arms pinned n tied behind your back. It's a beautiful look for you. It's you I hate have.

I'm not playing, don't say no. I got you for a few as I shower in your in your fantasies. Get comfy with your lean, arch ya back. I'm about to change your mind about me.

Come feel my tongue twirl n open up. Wider as I find my way past your lips. With hands full, gripping the flesh. Pushing your cheeks aside, getting deeper. Sweet thang it's you imma bless.

Share it with me. I'm all in n dedicated to the cause. My heads crave you. Both of them wanna entertain the caressing to the stretching of your walls.

But I jus wanna eat, for now. To get you off n to hear the way you moan. Bare yourself, waste down naked n felt on. I promise I won't be able to leave you alone.

We should collaborate to feel the flow. Stroked in thrusts. Sound off n try to remain in the position input you in. Oh my, mentally I can't get enough.

So lets see about the physical activity n shut off the lights. To every end of your sensitive nerves I'll go. Once your nice n loose n slipping on n off my shaft. Can you feel it? I insist on rearranging your facial expression until you pop with a oooh, as you can't last.

One, two, three, let's see where it goes. Licky licky, I'm a better when put to use. Just grip the pillow n try not to hold your breath. I'll be listening from the backside of your orgasms escaping your body as you move.

It's on me to turn you on. Unhinging the jaws. Breaking you off. Just do what your suppose to. Rotate your hips to the tongue's skills scuba diving into the way across the bed you wanna crawl.

Come get served. Thoughts deserve to live. Do that ahh, yeah. Right there, for me. Gimme a sip... 

A sensation felt...

The slower the feel the more intrigued the heart will become. Moving with passion flowing from within as the moment whispers of luv. Connecting through a sensation felt deeper than hope. Falling to the touch in the middle of the night as trust roams. Pulsating on the tips fingertips feeling their way around curves wanting to be explored. As the beast eases into a tamed comprehension of wanting more. With lips sliding from a kiss to taste the breath with the mood. Desires motion creating thrusts that work emotions loose. To combine was one with a friend barred to the flesh. Allowing the contents from within to come to the surface of the chest. As a pause slows into a stare to witness truth in the eyes. With bodies wrapped around the one person that fulfills life. For the knowing of likes through movements coexisting for pleasure to breathe. To hear soft gasps in the ear to settle the need. Defining the closest thing to perfection self has ever come to enjoy. Drifting with pieces of sacred devotion deployed. Feeding hormones to the walls as moans are heard. Coming from depths to dance with shadows flickering playfully to a single flame in a peripheral blur. All in the act of making luv for the first time that has a purpose of worth. As the inner makings are joined in a sensation felt without words...

Craving attention...

How many likes will it take to feed your ego? Taking into consideration of the starvation of your pics as you call men thirsty. Does your hypocritical side ignore who your are? Arrogance is an ugly thing as you truly feel men aren't worthy. Adding so many faces just to talk shit like the fucktards won't step outta line. What's your number of actual friends up to so we know your angle put on display. Honestly is the key is what we hear, but is it really? But you don't havta exploit yourself as your vanity is only thing that defines the expressions upon your face...

She came back for her...

As she can finally see her own joy in her eyes. Realizing it was herself that's she's missed for some time. Hands down there's no more battle of confliction in her mind. Fists no longer clinched to the fight. Her smile changes shape with chuckles deserved. That twinkle comes back to life knowing there's no reason to hurt. As sighs released are for once not rehearsed. Able n willing to feel alive she's come full circle back to worth. She finally has the answers coming from within. Becoming her own friend again. Redefining the strength of a familiar grin. She's found peace within. Damn, how she bounced back from nowhere the way she did. In tune with the beautiful individual within with a nibble of the lip. She just didn't need anyone else with her in the room to gather her shit. She's come around to the imperfection of the stranger transformed in the mirror gaining a tender rib. As her laugh is something to listen to. It's pure n pleasant to the sound creating her own mood. She's accepted her truths. Did a little dance in a circle n now this the way she moves. As free as air she's a hoot. Comforted by the pieces of her heart that has realigned. Believing j herself as now she will be just fine. Having a different definition of mine. Bcuz that's who's she is as self defined...

"finally"...

Good days, bad days. And then there's those in between. I can't seem to tell them apart anymore. I'm losing focus in this dream.

Tell me I'm crazy. Anything but lost. Wake me up. My reality is a fictional flaw.

Life is an absent wasteland. My heart is coming undone. I cannot relate to emotion. I just wanna go home.

But there's no such place that I know of. No feeling but the me, myself and I. I've gone and crossed over without memories made. I'm alone in my mind.

I'm back to the basics. As all I can whisper along to music in the dark is, "finally". But I don't know how feel alive. Smiles tremble in fear bcuz I'm a just me.

Hiding passions more than worth the cause. Fighting the drips of tears. Good night's, sleepless depths. What have I become through the years?

I cannot remember how to let someone in. The confusion has condemned me to the silence sighing. But I can hear my heartbeat pulsate like It has so much more to give. I wish I were lying.

I've trapped myself within. As craves are crawling through my chest. Pounding and begging to be released. As I lay the thought to rest.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. There's a mental blockage refusing use even though. My skin is numb. Without nerves to go sensitive with luv.

Fingers aren't felt when applied in a stroke. Nor do fingerprints comprehend the sensation in a caress. I'm damned by all means to a lifetime in chains. Disabled and outta sync is thy will to invest.

Distant to any other attempting to dig in to me. As even sexual thrills are pointless n cheap. Motionless in the inner makings that have been emptied n freed. But I'm back to square one, "finally".

Back to a blank slate where I to can figure out what's to gain. With no weight carried on. I'm who I used to be before I ever stumbled upon hope. Prior to the heart on the sleeve that was worn.

Good times. Bad times. I don't care to think. There's nothing in my head but me resisting the pleasures desired. And honestly, all I wanna fuckin do is breathe...

Wasting away...

So much life going on within. N yet, time ticks as if self has nothing to give. With every night the empty sinks into the heart. Alone is a battle seeking some sorta charm. With unused attempts to be happy. And less than perfect reasons to feel crappy. Being torn between able and refusals creates an aches. It's a stagnant repulsive desire to be left alone. As in the same sense it be nice to share a home. With so much bottled up going to waste. The isolation comforts the safety of the sane. The ones losing their minds behind the walls. Locking the doors so the world can forget as they suck in a pause. Creeping along with passion begging to be freed. So another can feel the build up stunned at thee. To be the difference even they wish to enjoy. Filling depths to concur the void. There's a warmth in the chest defeated by the mind. Protected and yet restricted to live up to the hype. Held in is the makings that could be felt in smiles for years. As the only thing escaping from time to time is a single fucking tear...

Brief talks...

Eased back. Letting their phase evolve. Just trying to be a friend. Something real enough to wait until they're problems are solved. Conversation speaks. Relating to life. Showing who self is. Then they're off to the rush of another making them feel alive. Ignored is the becoming. To be reminded of the gimme gimme mentality. Watching words and actions collide anther hopeful thought forgotten in the middle of reality.  Patience. You witness then gather themselves. Bcuz relations aren't so easy. But it's just another moment where they needed some help. Someone to listen. Brining reason to the pain of choices made. Using been told to heal isn't gonna happen overnight. As they taste the sound of another's name. Like a strong stone. As is trying to be respectful. Wanting to see if they have it in them to round out. As getting back to self first without being resentful. With words that help. A connection comes to be. Defining a stable knowing of each other. N then life they never existed they never make it to be a memory. Sad truths of a mindful man. Aware of others emotions needing to be felt at all costs. Through the lonely stage they talk a lot. Just to dismiss the content of wants and needs they can't be helped. They just wanna be heard. Noticed by someone who gets the facts. And in they're reincarnation they simply cannot wait. Not on someone willing give time a chance. So they too don't covering up old feelings and bs with smiles forced upon the face. It's an attention thing but it's cool. Closing to see someone but refuse to grow as an individual. It's always that fresh sense of cheep thrills that concurs the heart. Turning away from the mental aspect of what it takes to be subliminal...

Places...

Pick a place. Somewhere you'd feel safe. As you enjoy your time. Living in the moment creating life. Choose a destination. So your smile feels the levitation. With chuckles that vibe. And reason has a why. Decide where you'd go. If anywhere moved slow. So you could enjoy the makings of memories. Far from the hating of enemies. Select a whereabouts that defines your interests. Allowing you to accept the differences. Where in this world is it that loosens the bones. I prefer a little place called home. A spot where friends are made. Knowing vacations aren't ever the same. Only if I knew where mine was. Bcuz that's the only place I'd fall in luv. Sharing space with someone like no other. Then plans could expand beyond the walls from becoming luv'rs. To gain what's to be remember here or there. As it ain't no fun without another to breathe in the air. From cost to coast. To seeing the offers of coordinates never spent alone. I'd go with a house prior to daydreams off balanced to say the least. From there the endless possibilities will lead...

Pointless...

Do you ever feel it's all for fuckin nothing? With so much life to live all you are is caught up in financial gains. But with everything there's always something. N without the funds the experience is a game. Trying to move pieces to heavy for a single person to budge. It's a cycle of sacrifice or be broke ASF. N let's not talk about how everyone claims to be the definition of luv. Like wtf? Is there no end other than the bitter calling of the end? Waiting it's turn to finally fuck us all over one by one. All within a society that's designed to capture free will spent. Day in day out like a bunch of nitwits coming undone. As the older we get the less sense it all makes. Struggling to simply live. Going through the rotation of emotions upon the face. Eventually believing there's nothing self can truly give...

Ever changing norm...

Shits n giggles falling down the cheek like rain. It leaks out to humble the mind damn near coming outta it's frame. Fuck each tear sliding with the curve of the face. But am outlet is needed behind closed doors to fell sane. It ain't always about how middle fingers stand upright. Sometimes letting loose of the pressure relieves the fight. Settling the nerve so it to can have a night off. To bare the details changing within that simply feel lost. In such a huge world where outta millions only a few can be counted on. Just to feel the moisture flow n let go of an ever changing norm. With laughs that halt to relieve the heart of the weight applied. Unable to hide truths so self is incapable of lies. N that's when the depths surface to rise to the occasion. Giving one good cry up for the sake of what's known as a sensation. As getting back to life is just a thing that happens. Until the next time a little therapeutic whimper eases the beast needing a bit of compassion. When the pour is too much to ever hold in. So chuckles can once again create a grin.

Low tide...

And what if I couldn't go at life alone? Is there anything else needed to be known? With everything I'm about to follow my truths up with. Do you seriously question the words sitting upon my lips? If it was you that I found irreplaceable. Somehow fell in n never expected to return from a life so sensational. Like I feel like the me I am meant to be when you're around. Could you relate to true intentions craving to hear my name come outta your mouth? So the rest of my life I don't have look anywhere but into your eyes. To reason with a friend staring me down bcuz I'm that sigh. Can you see me baring all that I am? Are you witness to use attachment before you waiting to be more than just your biggest fan? I'm here. N I'm not hesitating to express the excitement shifting gears. You don't havta be alone. I'm more than worth the satisfaction if you see fit to find me sharing a home. No jokes, no gimmicks. What's the odds of you comprehending the ends of my no limits? Opened to the depths lowering tide for you to linger about. As is n with patience to accept the fact that I wanna know your every sound. Is it believable to hear me say such a thing? Or am I just not convincing? Perhaps a little too much? If so, I've said enough. 

Asking, for me...

Where are you looking for yourself? Is there nothing that seems to fit into the mental embrace of changing without being felt? In what sense of normal is it you seek? How in the fuck would you know where to belong if lost makes you wanna leave? Who is it that you've misplaced along the way? Are you grasping the content in the questions displayed in front of your face? What will it take for you to shake loose from the twitch others create? Do you ever come full circle to witness self mimic the after effect taking up precious space? When will it ever be ok to calm the nerves while waiting on the answer to appear? Why the constant torture of perfection you know will never exist without a few tears?

Dropped out...

Once falling outta luv there's no bottom to fall through. So climbing back up yet no ground to stand on when hope loses interest in the noose. Dangling n waiting patiently to put the hearts comments on display. Send young straight through to the other end of wtf changes the subtle approach so expressions are recognized upon the face. It takes one good upmfh to disrupt worth held firm. When the foundation plummets fun beneath the feet. What felt so free is classified as a thing placed back into dreams. As emotion becomes overrated to protect self from stranger's hidden intent. All of this is a learning from the descending pain weighing down thoughts that never vent. They're just images intruding on the belief when ready thought is was indeed. For a single depth touched deeper than any other year gotten to well forsaken a bitter reality. Shining onlookers having a curiosity of wanting in. But they haven't the pattern on the spiral effect down that's tucked safely behind the grin.

Going without...

I turn down offers to hang out. Not really into having people in my memories that aren't gonna be around. It's not them, it's me. I just don't have a need in sorting out details with too many faces roaming free. One could say I've  lost the feeling of being alive. Or that I'm not living enough, but it's my life. I wanna remember just one person in my best times that never ends. Or nothing at all works due to not just anyone is a real friend. I'm out there n going without the makings that create a week earned past. It's just I don't know where to begin n time is moving so fuckin fast. N others have suggested I get out for a bit. Although being alone isn't my version of enjoying the uplift. Bcuz it's right back home I go to state at the walls. With moments taking up space that won't mean shit other than that one time life paused. N how many of them are already scattered admit I'm the head? Shit, I see expressions shape shift from those who aren't with me now. N all I can think of is wtf is the purpose of the mingle if not shared with a wow. Damn this phase n fuck the stage to be seen. Even though generosities are a gesture nice enough to help me breathe. But there's no effort on my part to blend into the crowd. The solo act is just better if there's no one else craved in the now. To create a way to be as one bcuz a use has been found. N yet, here I linger as people attempt to stretch out their days. Coexisting just bcuz they can birth their fate....

Unmistakeable...

It's a look that says it all. Even after a long day there's am excitement that continuously falls. Someone's there tears of the unbelievable feeling that leaks. It's unmistakable when noticed in a sigh that breathes. When you can't see anyone other than self in their stare. Just to feel arms wrap with an assertive squeeze shared. Knowing no one could ever fulfill the enjoyment to the heart's needs. On the next level of friends opening up to embrace the dream. It's in the twinkle that shines in their eyes. Telling truths of an unbreakable bond that is so much more than life. When they cannot wait to be near who it is they luv. As peeks from even across the room create smiles that have earned a trust. In a total collapse when cuddling to a use well deserved. It's the eagerness to be in the presence as emotions are no longer on reserve. With a purity of them knowing who it is they want. Giving themselves as is bcuz they accept the daily rush. The willingness to be seen as friends leading the moment for a tomorrow to appear. To be side by side ever so naturally real...

Dimes n nickels...

What's your digits? Not your phone number. How much net are you working with?? I'm just trying to see if you've leveled up. N to compare how much with money you've fallen in luv. Yeah, I know the solo act changes the process. N I really hope you ain't the type to be blabbering at the gums of being a hot mess. Nor arrogant bcuz you can do for self. Ugly is ugly inside or out so that cockiness isn't felt. N it ain't about no weak man that can't handle you. The issue with that silliness is, every man that hasn't worked in your life hasn't challenged your use. I'm on some other shit that creates a better life. Like, whatcha working with mentally so I can configure my reasons to fuck with you in the middle of the night. Too close is a thing when someone who can't match my vibe is just there. Honestly speaking I'm straight to the point n playing fair. What's your life like when you sit back to take it in? Once the day has gone n the body eases back again. I'm wondering how self motivated you truly are. N how much I could save you as you do I by joining forces if that's what's in the cards. Financial responsibilities ain't cheap when the rif raf isn't a part of your every move. Most cases show those around us affect our daily moods. But even with a little change jingling with a swish. Do you live below your means so your not tapped out always making a wish? Some shit jus doesn't make sense in my state of mind. As I ponder of your intellect n how I find you to be so damn fine. Even though looks are receiving to the naked eye taking notice. Though, would stepping to you truly be worth it?  Life's halfway gone for me n I ain't attempting no bs not here nor there. Don't mind me, I was jus thinking of the ifs of if an us were to ever be compared...

The choice is yours...

Aye. Am I mistaking or was that look aimed at me? I noticed it but haven't seen it in quite a while. Not with that smirk you have laid up in your smile. It's cool. I watched how your stare quickly moved. Maybe I want supposed to witness you thoughts upon you face. Idk, but you got caught so Imma ask you your name. Just bcuz I liked the expression used on me. It was seriously relieving to be considered without mentioning a thing. N then I glanced into your eyes n got stuck. Even though you told them away before I could show you up. I mean, looking past what I seen was fuckin rare. In that split second I gathered how you'd be someone who played fair. Even with how quick you focused on something else. But I didn't make it awkward but I know that I was felt. I'm my own moment to snap a visual image if like to get to know. Plus, you started it so I believe I have One chance to cash in some hope. You see I'm not into just anyone throwing sight around. There's a certain come get me that speaks as being found. That's what I recognized n you know it's true. But hey, no pressure due to I'm not trying to work you loose. I'd rather enjoy the natural way you paused taking a gander at me. Bcuz I know there's something deeper for the right one, you'd set yourself free. N if it appears anything like what I couldn't spare a blink for. I'd let my curiosity meet you in the middle of comfort craving to see more. I'll leave the choice up to you bcuz it's possible you're willing to call a truce. No one ever peeps at another the way you followed my unknowing with a use....

You're gonna be beautiful...

I could never be there on the happiest day of your life. Bcuz it isn't me you'd be looking at so let's talk about life. And how your smile is the one thing I'll never see at it's greatest interaction. Bcuz I'm gonna be somewhere else when you feel it stretch across your face with satisfaction. Raw truths n real content of how I just went witness that look in your eyes. Bcuz it wasn't meant for me to see your with hair tears as you cry. With an overwhelming emotion that captures your breath. Damn, you're gonna be beautiful when you share the moment with someone else instead. Bcuz your priceless devotion isn't mine to have. As I just couldn't steal away the thrill of a lifetime from you tender grasp. And even as a friend I don't believe it's something I wanna take. Bcuz it should've been me in do time that shakes your grin. So no I won't take part in your special day. Bcuz I'll have an afterlife to deal with as you forget my name. As I imagine you standing in the middle of life shinning from ear to ear. Knowing the reality of it is coming near. With every second I waste hiding myself from your touch. I must apologize for allowing another to create for you a trust. I'm just not to be the sigh just after a kiss. Like life you must go on as you'll never know how much I truly wanted to be your wish. To see the passion in your expressions put to use. Soon enough I'll be absent and you'll be consumed. Giving all that you are to a different stranger you yet might not know. No, I won't be present as your heart tends to grow. I'll be tucked behind locked doors safe from every hurting you for a first time. Savoring the thought of us so fuckin alive. As you establish a reason to open up and adjust to another that isn't me. Bcuz I couldn't see myself being hated at the end of the dream. After seeing you at the peak of the flame falling in luv. I don't wanna watch you burn bcuz I'm simply not enough. So when you're feeling like nothing in this life good ever get any more amplified.  I'll be your biggest fan who's aching in your every heartbeat rectified...

Changing faces...

It truly gets old. How certain people come along and the heart wants to unfold. Going through the same phase with a stranger to be known. And it's the initial thrill that sucks in a repetitive ambition let the fuck down. How many times will it take to gain comforts that lasts. To enjoy someone else that knows self craves to create the memories from a week earned past? It's beyond words of what the heart truly feels. If everyone was real then why is there so many lost even though they've healed? The baffoonery is a sideshow that entertains those who catch on. Forcing self to engage in a different type of unwanted but very well needed norm. Away from the chaos that takes place in relations that end way too fuckin soon. It's better to remain alone that to come back in pain to the same fuckin room. Try or die alone. Adjust to luv and then what when eventually the other person never comes home? It's a revolving door of faces that smile as favorites. And they partake willingly in the mix but yet live a different life as if passions cannot savor it. Taken it's the purpose to cling to another. From afar to get in with life when losing just another luv'r. In due time the beginning is inevitably useless to entertain the belittlement. With new smiles to chuckles that spark curiosities with a plethora of fulfilments. In a cycle of sharing details not everyone needs to know over and over and over again. When it's just one person in a sense of being needed that could settle the nerves as a real friend. The roundabout of the game played just isn't appealing at all. So behind the eyes thoughts build the desired height of each brick paced in the walls...

Exposing depths...

Telling the tale of wants describes the identity of chameleons posing a hidden threat. As they touch vital components that matter the most when laying in bed. To give info to the pretenders defeats the purpose of genuine interactions to be determined by time. N yet words find their way to the lips to be tasted as if self refuses to believe snakes linger in emotional hype. Whispering all the little things that seen to matter to the heart. When flush becomes the comfort snuggled up in the dark. Speaking of the sacred pieces that make up the inner being just wanting to be luv'd. As in giving away secrets that short another's free will to be who they are by mimicking what's they choose to hush. Lies and manipulation creep along as life slowly plays out. Creating new facial expressions to come that cannot maintain so called truths found. When strangers become friends that never meant to be more than a lingering feel for a short while. Diluting the thrill captured by the purity of the lost smile. As use is seen in true form for the initial gestures waste off all to often. Forcing a wedge that builds a wall a little higher than prior due to how hands felt self softened. In a vulnerable state of honesty opening up. The tongue flips with a rambling craving to be known for the sake of luv. To get through the introduction a little bit quicker so the fun can begin. And I'm the doings the joy of being found without mentioning eventually cripples the grin. Applying weight to the chest that suffocates what's been traded to obtain relations on a higher level. Fair it until they make it is the moto so they can enjoy memories trapped in the head that need a deep burial slug by the shovel. They chuckle knowing what's allowed to infiltrate a victim. All bcuz self have away the wants and needs that make a difference just to receive the spew of venom. As the pain spreads as if dying alive was indeed more real than it already is. Wearing the betrayal like a shadow during the day just to be surrounded by the lack there of of a worth abandoned by a kiss. Stripped of the willingness to show who it is as self bcuz others only dabble periodically in a false sense of compassion. Meeting it harder the next go around to accept the overwhelming feeling to express any type of passion...

No recollection...

 Remind me of what is like. Or of the feeling I'm supposed to have. It send my thoughts condone my time. And I'm overthinking emotion as if it's a scab. Maybe I need you to just be real. Without all the overwhelming nonsense. Yeah, I'm trying to remember the feel. Although I cannot lay down my defense. I'm always in high alert. Waiting for true colors to be put on display. Like you I don't wanna hurt. Like me I hope you can relate. It's just, I cannot get back to opening up. Something's missing beneath the surface. There's a void in depths craving to be luv'd. And it's damn near as if relations is worthless. Help me understand what kinda friend you are. I'm curious to know what it is you want. Bcuz what you don't know is I'm not giving you my heart. But to earn it is a task that doesn't blush. I'm at a loss and I'm not sure what to say. Passion isn't flowing the way it should. I just don't believe in strangers wanting to become a familiar face. I'm lacking the relevance of complimentary bonds outside of being friends. The deeper you reach the more hollow I fall. Into the unknown darkness where you cannot find me to defend. So tell me again of how I'm living life flawed. Just protecting myself from the aches and pains. It's like my natural guard blocks me mentally from the memory of how I once was. By keeping me safe in a way I cannot explain. I think I need some insight to gain a thing called trust. Bcuz I alone have drifted from desires that know not the rush. Nor the eagerness to hurry into the confusion waiting around to be seen. I might be a dead man walking who's unable to sink into the flesh flush. Standing in place and unaware of a use before it leaves...

The endless cycle...

I lost my smile again today bcuz I don't know where I belong. I have a home but yet it's as empty as a heart pleading with every sad song. As the secret is mine in the making of awakening to each day with hope. Just to avoid other through details so self can remain a loaf. My thrill bottomed out once again. N it's hard to fight even there's nothing to ever begin. Time just keeps going as I feel misplaced so often. As everyday tends to be the same ol same creeping into my coffin. I'm losing me daily n idk why. Reincarnated by morning just to die by night. It's an endless cycle that trusts no one that leads the way. N I haven't felt alive since I wiped a half cocked grin from my face. It just seems pointless to pretend I'm ok. When I collapsed in the makings of being positive by midday. There's no purpose other than to live. N without some sorta thrill emotion had nada to give. Creating a bottomless funk that claims all thoughts. N there's no turning it off once the slip isn't caught. Down I go with the corners of my mouth. Sinking into solitude never to be found. But daybreak will come after I've slept it off. N then maybe I'll break the endless cycle n find a reason to pause...

The idling wonder...

Without a face to comfort the ache. Life slips away with emotions escape. Leaving the mental estate of the mind in wonder to stall. Not knowing where to turn to have a life worth luv's fall. As gain is a confusion once obtaining self. Quit no features for eyes to text upon sight cannot create anything felt. Defining the lone drifter feeling lost within. One in which that could use just on confirming kiss. To be touched from across the room not many can understand. Becoming closer no matter the distance in between the friendship worn like a tan. With the absence of a smile that defines free will. Passion is a pain that has lost its thrill. Having no known whereabouts of who it is that completes the crave. There's simply no one in sight that uplifts the heart to play with the flame. The void is the calm waiting at patience are lost. As giving up on the dream is the ultimate cost. For it's the common use of a friendly gesture that loosens the gates. But where is the one irreplaceable down to shaping of the lips to say their name?

On our own...

All for the sake of nothing... Nothing in return for the all. Welcome to the party known as your life. Paying contributes to phases that get trapped mentally once installed. Everything for the better to end up without. As going without defines moments not lived. Being too busy or secluded to have the will to mingle. There's comfort in the lonely solitude when hating the feeling of single. No good comes from the bad. N yet the bad captures all good thoughts give to waste. With time using up what one can never get back. A chance to create a smile upon the face. Hopelessness starves confidence as the belief is confused. Confiding in no one as hope is lost. Beginning a desperation as days turn into years. Missing out on the details craved by the fall. Straight through like nothing ever happened but the pain. For what does happen is the struggle that pains free will. Knowing one wrong decision is all it takes. N right back to the basics on a solo ride is a thrill less chill. Friends matter when relevance crosses paths. When we each have a path of our own that changes with the shape shifting of a friend. So alone is the true origins of sharing the state of mind. Thinking bonds last forever when in actuality the come n go as if chapters that have an end. Simultaneously the stand wants to enjoy a little bit of something. But something else is a recreation the transforms a simultaneous chance. One that alters as we grow older on our own. As nothing is meant to remain as the same as the day before emotions enhanced. Drifting is the chaos in the head that cannot find a calm. Caught up in the calming of wanting a need to stop the drift. Powerless we're of sequences occurring that are periodically misplaced. As choices made eventually resemble what we become doing the journey of the trip...

Uprising...

Cleaning out the heart, changing up. Taking care of the inner makings, not giving a fuck. Mean, yeah I may be too those who can't get what they want. This dick isn't on tap n thy heart? Fuck instant luv. Checking out, I'm switching up. N muttering nonsense isn't a thing to me, hush hush. Actions through time is a course well taken. No patient? No interest? N I'm gone with the owning of the consistency of the blaming. I'm tweaking who I am to better my life. N the control you want over me just doesn't exist. N honestly I have a choice to enjoy your soft azz lips. Don't play with me. I'm not what you think I am. Respectfully you'll luv to hate me in the nicest way. As a man. Never to spoil your ego feeding on emotion. I got me in every sense of wants are chosen devotions. I'm correcting the mind so what matters sense.  Relations ain't shit without a friend who knows what it means to live. In my own, the world I see doesn't consider the transfer of power. It's more subtle to be genuine by having limits avoiding moods crossing lines every other half an hour. I'm not what you're used to n I'm not giving into the bullshit. There's a unity going on inside of me. With an ease the head n chest collaborated to detail my sacred pled. N you get what's been defined as who it is I truly come to be. So breathe. Accept I'm not your version of a silhouette that sets you free. I have me that craves the feel of life. All silliness aside. My time isn't something taken for granted. Do be dismantled before my eyes in an act of single handed. Nah, I'm flipping the odds n it's your loss. Precious, cherished, it's me as my own boss. A one man army loosening up to my true self. I have a worth n the same ol hootinanny isn't felt. The deeper the dig the more shallow vanity appears. My depths aren't for your fiddling so let's make it clear. Stand on what you believe n do not twitch. One wrong move n you're just another bitch. Flat out. Face to face. Ghosted due to the inconsistency you twiddle with. N it hasn't a thing to do with hate. We are who we are. N I'm riding up to the occasion to present myself. No harm no foul. It's ok to be oneself. As I have me every fuckin day. You're gonna havta like me to luv me bcuz I don't do hate. I'm evolving so I can smile just being alive. Ignoring the rush of someone new who cannot wait to absorb the hype. Not me. I have have better things to do. I come with a package not dead weight. N I won't think twice to have you removed. To become a memory I do not recollect. A part tense particle forgotten at best. As my up doesn't align with your down. So tell me, how does that sound? You tugging on my week being just bcuz you can. Bcuz I allow you to torment the palms of my hands. I need not fingers entangled with such a grip. Foe, if you are, will never be missed. I've glitched n seen the ugliness of who I was. From the other side of wtf I turned on my own gut. N n that I've claimed my sanity that you can never have. Tell me if you will, why shouldn't I sidestep you as a poof in my past?

Clock me out...

Come on clock. I gotta go. There's something I need to do. I can't hold it. I don't wanna. It's explicit but damn it feels good. Clock, will you hurry the fuck up? I'm ready to pop. I can't wait. I feel it coming. Wtf!? Clock!!! Help me out. Send me home. In the privacy of my own twisted grip. Alone n imagining things unmentionable to most. Wanting to play. To jerk. To loosen the fuck up. I'm losing it. The pulsation is too much. Clock me out. I need a release. I'm backed up. Bothered by thoughts. By a desires to do as I please. By golly hrs feel like days. When it'll only take me a few minutes to explode. With long slow strokes to calm my nerves. To ease the tension. To soften my girth. I have anyone but me so free up my time. I'm damn near on the edge. Daydreaming of a rug n a pull. Standing with one hand on the wall. Head cocked back. Grunting. Letting go of reality as I think dirty little thoughts. Until I... Yeah!!! Fuck yeah...

As mine...

As I bury my cock deep inside of you. Finding your hormones moaning to thrusts put to use. Cum on me. Simply put. I wanna feel your pussy pulsate whole I feel your wrapped around my girth. At will, gush. Go hard as I feel every ripple stroke my shaft. All the way down to my balls bouncing off your azz. Get it. Make me feel like a man capturing your crave. Loosening you up until you explode saying my name. With your hair in my left hand n n left it in the other. Testing you nipple n squeezing your flesh as a luv'r. Just listen to our thighs slap as we do us the way we do. As I did beneath the surface to open the gates as we move. I'm n out n in n out n in I keep going hard ASF. Turning a moment of lusts into a night o go luv. Getting closer than fibrosis l fingertips can swirl on your clit. Take me as I take you as we suck a kiss. Feeling twirling tongues going wild with excitement. Groping the body fill of incitement. Like an intoxication flowing with the thrill of orgasms panting a sighs. I was fuck you like I wanna keep you in my life.

I'm not giving in so easily...

Don't cry. Not for me. I was born to live alone. Please don't take pity. N never turn around. Better you can do. I'm just a conversation at best. A loner afraid to make a move. You'll forget me soon enough. Discriminating me in unfamiliar words. All bcuz I cannot feel luv'd. I don't believe in the concept. I don't mean act harm.  I'm just in you way this I know. Complicating the heart. But it's not my true intent. I wish I could trust. N didn't think of hope as a desperation. I tell no lies. Speak only of the facts. N it's ok for you to walk away. Just don't do it so fast. I may not know what I have in you. But you don't havta wait. I'm the lingering one.  Not once teaching for a use. I'm just in my own lane. Trying to find a real friend. N no emotions don't intrigue me. The rush of them is a sure end. So live your life. Go settle down n find your home. I'm nothing to miss. Don't worry, I won't answer the phone. I don't communicate on a daily with anyone. I'm part the point of giving a fuck. Feelings just don't interest me. They pull n they tug. Confusing the thought process of genuine relations. I may need misunderstood. N not many can understand my frustrations. I'm incapable of opening up too soon. So suggest you seek out another source to feed your depths. I won't be mad if that's what you decide. We all have a life to live n I can relate bcuz it's something I once felt. It just doesn't make much sense to me anymore. N to be honest my heart isn't free. My chest is a time capsule waiting. Patiently positive that it'll loosen to the feel of something more than a dream. So don't regret leaving me in your past. I cannot fulfill the urgency to compromise with desires. Not for a quick fix. N never again to be burned by the flaming fire. Sorrow for me isn't a necessity. N maybe I will die in the middle of overthinking shit. But it's ok. I don't make luv outta fun nor meaningless generosity. So you see, I'm a little different that what it is you think you want. N I'm fine with you admitting it as you go on about your way. I'm here all by myself any other day. N there will be no difference in tomorrow when it comes up to play...

Come my way...

Come on over n snuggle up. I know it's mid day but it's cold out n I wanna warm ur hush. We can get close n feel each other out. Find common grounds n ease back into the lack of sound. As soft whispers communicate in every breath. I bet you'd enjoy the way I'd come from the chest. Pulsating with heartbeats placed upon your back. As you're wrapped up in my arms grasp. Calming you as you're tucked gentle into my palms. Fingertips following across your skin. Just to know how the corners of your mouth create a grin. Come through n relax with me. Maybe watch a movie n set ourselves free. I'm open to whatever may take occur. I just want it to be you bcuz there's no one else is rather defer. Reason with your heart n mind your life. We could be something great in moments defined. Pressed against each other when the world doesn't seem to exist. Just you n I tasting the pleasure upon the lips. Hand in hand gripping the soothe. Feeling every body part twist n move. Swing by n see what we can get into. For a little while we can call a truce...

Emptied out...

The excitement isn't efficient. N when it is lifestyles aren't equivalent. When it's a fit one seeks to need the lasting to remain. When there's a few good ones that'll help emotion escape. N yet situations just haven't that alignment for the heart. As the thought process put in place guidelines so desires can find a spark. The thrill is gone. That eagerness to crave another as time goes on. Witness to those who would mingle every so nicely. But there's a resistance due to certain attributes that aren't timed precisely. Others aren't on the same level mentally n it's a shame. Bcuz if they were the imagination would engine then into the flame. As eyes are opened to see what's free from prior burdens as they linger in life. Willing to adjust with an open mind. Factors are the issue when waiting on a friend to come along. If there not considered relations eventually go wrong. As red flags are triggers to the ugly side of self. So to have patience is truly what's felt. Securing what bad things hurt the most. As tongues flip viciously in a chance to laugh at the roast. The lesson has taken it's toll on how to approach luv. N like is the key to enjoying such. Although many would fill in n live happily ever after. It's just there's more to a good time when lost in the laughter. Will they protect the friendship at any cost? Are they able to check self from lashing out when smiles come to pause? Shits deeper than the flesh that's deceiving in its own. As the anticipation is weakening from the display of others shown. They seem not to be looking in the mirror so they know they're the real deal. To think of who self is so they're worth the feel. The enthusiasm just isn't there where looking from a far. The type that awakens me isn't anywhere healed with scars. Whether they're taken by someone else or distant from the fingertips. I'm so long I haven't felt a comforting set of lips. The passion isn't in it when I do try. There's always something that jumps out as I become the bad guy...

Fresh outta scrabbled letters...

There's nothing left to say. Words aren't flowing today. I hate it when I'm at a loss. But then again that's jus my brain giving me time to hush the cause. I guess it too gets tired of all the resistance. As each n every thought feeds the heart without hesitance. N no I don't wanna talk about it. I'm just bored with life n struggle to live. N if there was something clever to say I'd come clean. Unfortunately I'm just wasting time with black expressions not trying to think. I'm just a case of being prior to closing my eyes. A mute without a memory of life. N I can't find anything worth telling. But if I could I'd find a buyer n begin the selling. Maybe raffle myself off so my lips would move. I believe I've ran outta ways to express my dying use. N now there's just a once was unwilling to partake in the back n forth. As sound is dismissed in the presence of vocal chords. Nothing is all there is coming from the mouth. N how I got here I don't know how. I'm speechless but I like. For once I'm at peace with what I cannot hide. Free in a sense if that's what I am. Content in the silence in my head that let loose on this man. N I move differently with a thought process that is ever so clear. Hushing the noise that reaches for lips tasting tears. I'm weightless in my present state. No longer fighting the confusion of the triangle of games. Sex can go fuck itself getting the need to the floor. Emotional torture I haven't a use for. N I've regained the stability upstairs after all. Things now make sense once I completed the fall. Landing in a situation on needs over wants. Smoothly easing my way along into I someday meet luv...

To be damned...

To live again. Damn. To feel alive. From behind the rhymes. To feel. Softening a heart said to be of steel. To put self to use. Using truths. Gaining a respect. Becoming friends from not than the chest. As the mind calms the fuck down. To be finally found. To come from within. To live. To reclaim emotions proof. Living loose. Allowing inner makings to be seen. To breathe. To drift away from the solitude. To simply call a truce. Damn. To be more than this type man. To sink into a touch. To obtain real luv. To cross back over. To hold a her. To spark the fire that went out. There's gotta be more than the silence of sound. To pull me closer to life. With a surge that doesn't sorry circuit the mind. So thinking isn't pure emotion running wild. Ooh the wonder of such a style. To settle into the thrill. To have free will. Moving in sync with another that co exists. To set aside the shovel that digs. To return from where I had to go. To evolve as me without burying the bone. Damn. To go at it again. To just be. To escape daydreams. Leaving the lessons learned alone. To go the fuck home. To my final place in time. Resting with a mate all night. To enjoy moments lived. To once n for all whisper softly of what I have to give.

The answer...

One. To give a reason of why. Opened up. Defining a stare in the eyes. To have a friend moving with purpose. Having meaning. Someone not so heartless. Not demeaning. Just once. So the heart can thrive. Falling into luv. Somewhere where it's not behind enemy lines. For a face to create a comfort. Sharing expressions. With hands on a nice rumper. Enjoying the bodies dimensions. Feeling the rush. Giving unconditionally to worth. Lasting beyond dreams never hushed. As they stay to be the first. To have a partner to do things with. Everyone to be precise. Tasting on softened lips. Even becoming a better version of sighs. Going from single to willing to mingle. In a different sense of mindsets at ease. Allowing the sensation of the tingle. Actually being able to fuckin breathe. Just to be on the same level n rising. Putting to rest all question of hope. With a truth residing. Never again to be alone. Loosening up to a touch like no other. Feeling the vibe pulsating through the skin. Alive n in motion with a luv'r. Awakening every morning to that familiar kiss...

Time down...

Chasing life will alter the feel of actually living it. Money will steal the heart n leave it alone as time ticks. Then walls close in on the mind confusing the focus. As dealing with the choices made to survive resemble a tad bit hopeless. In a solo act in the middle of life not knowing where home is. Even though there's a roof above there's still no true worth in the ribs. Missing is the unknown version of self when hiding is a thing. Removing all attachments from reach to ease back n away from the scene. So far gone behind locked doors just trying to evolve. Wanting to be appealing in the aftermath of the details solved. All in the same of slipping into a void to remain safe. But hey, who's to blame for all the little mistakes? So why not stabilize in solitude n wait it out? Yet for how long is desires that's been patient to gather what's to be found. Without another sharing space in memories that create a story lived. N that's the kicker of the situation that has forgotten the pleasure of touch through a kiss. All in the makings of digging into a better way. To redefine the comfort from within before ever giving in to a different type of gain. Tucked beneath a front that allows others to believe whatever they want. Telling them all the single life is better by saying fuck luv! But the lie is merely a fib for so long. As the truth trickles through the skin n moves expressions that correct everything that's ever gone wrong. Just to bounce back with an overload that can't wait to get at it again. Although it's costly to think of years spent unaccompanied by a friend hand in hand...

The feeling...

Less than equivalent. More than nothing at all. Somewhere in the middle of life. Trying to stand after the fall. Self is nothing but another face. Years pass into a faded fog. Lost becomes a feeling of comfort. Stagnant settles into a pause. Attempting to define shits within. Talking to the walls. Distant n alone no answer is known. Trapped within the flaws. There's nothing to believe in. No one left to call. Not a single person to confide. Drifting with the feeling of a world not so small. Emotions forgotten n away with the toss. Mirrors aging n afraid to interact. Witness to the truths so raw. Emptied as a person find ever be. Passion is just another thing to gawk. Useless is the inner feeling. Irrelevant to cause. Misplaced n confused missing the point. Unable to remember the feeling of the face placed in a palm. Lower the heart sinks below the surface. Deeper than the eyes will ever talk. Hollow n numb nerves are immune. Breaking out the sidewalk chalk. Damn near dead but still alive. Hanging on to an endless dull. Distant without a reason to crud back over. Hope is gone. The end had come to pass. Every day is just another sideshow that'll never aw. There's isn't much to who used to be. Life changed n the dream broke it's claws. No longer able to cling to the climbinh from from the false. As the enclosure surrounds the pieces  in the smog. Feeling as a thought to others. Beneath the burial of unwanted applause. There sits a loner shaking the head. Moving differently just because. Lacking a purpose in a reality that lives without lies. The solo artist that gave up on being soft...

Free will...

Coming back for seconds. N the enjoyment is what I'll never fail to mention. It says so much when convo isn't the only thing on the menu. Notice intent when words pause to feel the mood. Oh the venture of free will coming up for air. Truth is, boundaries aren't easy to cross when life usually doesn't play fair. N to see it in someone's eyes speaks without mentions. There's just a certain type of ease that breaks through the dimension. N then three n four times the return finds comfort laying still. Wrapped up in the moment of free will. Feeling closer every single second spent with a friend. Again n again. Becoming a norm that fits movements ever so relaxed. Trying to settle in so the world doesn't move so fast. As the wake up one day  realizes luv was in the making the all the while. Living in the stretch of breathtaking smiles. All bcuz two people meet to find a common ground. A stability in the reoccurrence so magical eyes whisper without sound...

Dreamt thoughts...

I get to daydreaming about how you can't keep your hands off of me. Looking at me like I'm the only one who reaches in n touches how u breathe. Stroking sighs to react on such a way u feel weak. Creative u have the strength to see it through bcuz ur free. I drift on the thought of you unable to get enough of who I am. Willing to give every detail of yourself to my hands. Peeking into my eyes as if they're the sunset giving u life. As u lean in to live to exist on the outside of ur mind. My daydreams have me rotating with the scenery of u n I intertwined. But I don't know why it's me you crave. I'm just happy to be in your graces to misbehave. To live a lil better it's forget too fuckin late. I dream in the middle of the day of how you say my name. I feel the purpose reaching for me every time we touch. N for once I believe I am taking back in luv...

Odd man out...

I jus am for I don't know how else to be. Living is a thing I do when I escape my dreams. I'm nothing special to the naked eye that eventually looks away. As I truly don't wanna be recognized as a name. Different I am in ways that most don't understand. Complicating relations on the matter of not having a number one fan. Stubborn is what I'm called when there's things I refuse to accept in my life. I believe that ones own defines the character wanting more than a hype. Loose I live to the indescribable crave to open up. Yet the conflict of connectivity always sides with eyes that have been hushed. Deeper I go into depths but I don't want another to friend within me. Emotions do to much n lose the whole sense of self wanting to breathe. I'm no one to anyone bcuz I know it'll take for me to come out n play. I just can't say much on it for chameleons pretending to be fate. My thoughts are heavy and my pulse is weak n faint. As there's more to a woman than exploiting her in between the sheets. So I drift as a loner longing to find a home. I'm no stray but I am lost without the desperation of hope. As in the real world I can relate to the facts as they come. But in my dreams I'm free to luv without the tsunami raping my shores of the beauty I cannot remember when I awaken as such. N even though I'm a lil of a bit of a mystery I'm confused on how others aren't capable to adapt to what life has to offer. As relations aren't what they seem to be into so it's an ease for me to not have a need to walk down the alter. Although I am a human that smiles bcuz I am alive. Even though I'm the first one to waste huge portions of my time. Digging into my downtime I simply want a friend that'll never leave. But it ain't so easy when I am the me they seek. Guarded n alert as I will figure them out. As it could even be situational as that deciphers the coming n going beneath the clouds. Special I could never be for I'm too humble to me arrogant. N fit the life of me I don't know which way the old me went...