Chuckles in the wind…

Waiting on them to tell it like it needs to be said. The way emotions once claimed to be as real as the elite air shared in and outta bed. It’ll force the mind to believe in self’s more than they could ever try to convince self. If they never speak up the end creeps in for another to eventually take a turn at being felt. With the evolving way life tends to capture thoughts in the memory coarses are walled even if friends return to the stranger from a prior past. In the presence of truth the line tends to determine the details of use using patients long enough to show worth. And it all goes poof if a voice refuses to reach to be heard. As the ever changing ways of days sit still to watch the sun come by. Life won’t stop to find another the power over what matters the most so it’s bye bye. With a tear in one eye followed up with a smirk that chuckles in the wind. It ain’t ever about where one’s been. So when lips fail to flap due to someone knows without a doubt of who it is they’ve gained. Life fired on all in the same…

Play…

We go from wanting the weather to be good enough to go out to play with our friends to getting caught up in life. As faces come and go and old familiar ones find their way into a strangers memory of what used to be the greatest hype. Back then it was all about being as free as parents allow children to be in the moment without fear restricting the suspense. As somehow the being older part is the entrapment of the mind that demands the creativity of the imagination with emails and bills lurking with every single financial move made ever since. Just by getting into the swing of selling self as a business labor is used to gain a child’s daydreams still buried deep beneath the pressure of the world. And if one can just step back and be one will break the chains of societies relentless following that makes no sense to thumbs twirled. To retune the spirit with the innocence that’s gained a lil wisdom along the way.  From so long ago when wee bit high was asking mom for permission we realize there’s times we need someone to simply tell us no in the nowadays. As the learning curve molds the person just wanting to go back and take a break. From the security of a home where all a kid hasta do is awaken and stay outta trouble there’s a comfort in a pictures younger face. As we can’t wait to grow up to do what we want just to wind up thinking, wtf? Sitting around from time to time trying to figure out the tricks to the game as the weight of it all is carried without physical scars caused by so called luv’s. As the smile goes up and down that never settles in a frown too long. We’re still that youngster wanting to come out and play if we can we just live like nothing could ever go wrong…

Second to you…

If I’m not the second to know what we are in your mind we should go do our own thing. There’s no point if I’m not the one next you you knowing why I’m in your life and one of us should just leave. Some things just ain’t in the makings of you can’t turn to me and tell it the way it needs to be said. It would be emotional suicide to allow me to believe I could be that person before were dead. If I ain’t the reason of sanity that eases the soothe I’d like to know in the here of now. When it comes to us the truth is vital to collaborating to coexist without playing fowl…

Consistency…

Thy heart isn’t worth the time for luv makes no sense. The losing of the way of emotions clarified the mends. Carry on as your vibe lingers far from the presence of a man disconnected from a weakness that aches. Save yourself from the bitter ends of a kisses taste. The chest isn’t empty, the contents just refuse to resurface without a reason to engage in depths falling outta control. Feeling only what thought has been set aside for isn’t in the makings if sanity isn’t considered as the strong hold. Think and thou shall receive what’s been reserved for another that comprehends the basics out in the open. Gaining a sacred invitation to the accordance of passions in spirts formed into real luv’ns. Compatibility is an attraction spoken into words heard for more than a lil while. Tapping into the facial gestures tugged at in an upward direction creating a smile. These eyes are blind until equivalence stands firm in a stare willing to escape. It’s in the way of two minds collaborating for a better chance to last, not to just exist. As what’s been hidden for so long reaches the tenderness of hushed lips. Naturally flowing in a moment of life happening somewhere in the anywhere of what’s known as in the here and now. For once being able to laugh out loud. To keep memories made safe so the collapse of another friendship doesn’t shut down the good waiting to live. Ahh, the twist. To free self from the cage that protects vital details from chameleons playing the part. Giving use to a real kickstart that’s a more sensible desire that doesn’t fall apart…

As the mind drifts…

As a thought can bring them to life. The heart opens to the feel of a friend that can’t escape the mind. Figuratively trapped within the skull for keeps sake. Helping the smile stretch upon the face. They feed the imagination on fantasy levels where the hush creates the scene. With an ahh every time sept sinks into daydreams. Fondling the passion built into the texture of curves. Just wanting to evolve with the temptation of hormonal nerves. The thrill is exhilarating to tamper with the flesh in raw form. Down to the dirtiest of acts that gives purpose to a whore. And yet in a good way this a release in their eyes to be freed at last. For what goes on in the head could never be half azzed…

Unfulfilled…

What if I didn’t wanna play the game no more bcuz I felt it’s never enough? Or if I just wanted to walk away from everything including the invisible handcuffs. As I question my life and reason with why I’d rather decide to put an end to the hype. Hoping as a desperation to finally ease my mind. Maybe the material things aren’t fulfilling the crave that hungers for a simpler way. It’s possible I’m not sure of anything that will ever stay the same. The toll is subsiding within and I’m drowning again. And there’s no two hands but my own that understand. So if I’m gone without the knowing of where I’ve gone. Know I’m looking for home instead of waiting for it to come along. There’s just thing I believe in and so many others I don’t. And I can’t figure out which way to go and I probably won’t. As I sit with thoughts that clutter my hearts memory of what’s the purpose of drifting this way. Everyone sees shine but there’s a restriction hidden from plain sight that cripples my face. Truthfully I may be on the line of limits trying to keep up with the nonsense. Having satisfactions altered by a drive that makes no sense. Chasing away time as it gets behind the memory that cannot remember living so much. Yes mindless acts of wasting away is absurd as such. I just want out to show myself that I’m truly done with giving a fuck. To step from the civil entrapment that has captured free will willing to partake in a scandal hushed. With a two steps forward mentality that never progresses into a comforts grasp. The freedom from it all would define the meaning of a past.

able...

 what you didn't witness was how i gave my all.

and the everything in the way i couldn't help but to fall.

there was a unique sting in getting lost.

what you didn't see was me sitting within a long drawn out pause.

it took years to correct the details of self.

i spent so much time locked away without help.

you never had the chance to capture me opening up.

and how the heart felt attacked by a word called luv.

there was a moment where i would've looked weak to the naked eye.

but what you missed was depths dipped in truths evolving with a sigh.

you see i've descended deeper than i've ever gone.

as the only friend i ever found was me misled by pawns.

the harsh reality i aloud was to know true intent.

and in a form of use i hadn't a part to play pretend.

there's things you'll never be able to experience with me.

the pain in relations just isn't my will to live in a daydream.

you weren't around when i found who i am drifting along.

moving in motion that made sense to to everything that went wrong.

as reason surfaced to be able to redefine a clearer purpose in my mind.

thing is you don't havta fix me in the middle of life.

i did me in a way i can see through the fake fading before they even go.

and i don't believe in a desperation called hope.

i'm here in the now as is bcuz i've was there for my wellbeing.

from the trenches of emotion i climbed and i'm not afraid of leaving.

but if you're intact and ready to be an adult there's a possibility to intertwine.

i won't reflect on what you should be by the likings of what i thought i found in others.

i'll stand before and ease into opening up as luv'rs.

as freinds find comfort in the outcome of who we've come to know.

maybe then we can speak of a place called home.

for what you came in late on was an individual getting it in.

to one day be able to rest in the presence of a friendly set of lips.

in a calm that settles the nerves from the wonder of if i'd ever wanna feel again.

in due process making memories hand in hand.

no longer fearing if images in the head will eventually become pointless as fuck.

so you can remain in my norm doing everything you do falling into luv.

We’re us until…

My side of things only matter as long as we’re here in the now. But once we cross back over to the outside of luv wondering how. It’s whatever when until I walk away. Until then be you and we’ll enjoy the smiles on our faces. There’s no in between as I’ll listen to words spewing from your lips. Just passed the line of no return it’ll be epic. As you can show me what I truly mean to you. As your true characteristics come from within to rip loose. But until the end let’s make believe we’re all we’ll ever need. I’ll rest my head on your lap and find comfort for a bit before it all becomes a dream. And then you can taste me down to make yourself feel better all again. It isn’t like I didn’t notice your pattern lending you my hand. Trust until we get to that point is the plan. Giving just enough leeway for you to open up to me as a man. Prior to the promises broken off the tongue that swore you were so much different. Pre us falling from a friendship that fell short of a lifetime spent. You can spit your venom first as you’ll hear my silence willing to get lost. Say what you will for I won’t care for the immaturity of your flaws. Sacred will be the secrets you’ve shared with me. Even after the reason of having you around escapes the way I think. Until there’s no time left to ever tell the truth. Bcuz I am who I am even if for me you don’t have a use…

Mind fucked…

I just want what no one’s ever gotten from you. That sapio side that’s mentally moved. Save the sex bcuz been there before. Mind Fuck me in ways no other could explore. Let’s go deep into thought and get to know who we are. Coexisting and sharing space that drips down into the heart. On another level where the physiological truths get the answers they’ve craved. On the same current riding the waves. On a spiritual quest to make sense of everything we’ve never understood. I’m just me, take a look. We can feel without the physical contact so our aura’s are one in the same. But just for a bit due to just in case. I have me to protect from vanities selfish immaturities. I just wanna be seen as if eyes close to see clearly. Mind Fuck me. I don’t believe you’re someone that belongs in my dreams. Getting away from the spirit within me that’s free to live. Emotion is willing to wait so you can witness what it is I have to give. I’m on some other shit and my patience is sapiosexual. Defining inner desires of a real individual. So if you’d just like to talk I can engage. To mind Fuck you just the same. Bring convo to the frontlines of words sliding off our tongues. As a deeper intent that’s more than a hormonal lust…

Knowing you’re gone…

The only way to know who’s who is death. And even then you’ll never enjoy the knowing in your head. For it’s after the fact of life that people say they care. Wishing you were still around so their self absorbed heart won’t tare. One hasta expire to be someone on these planes. As the thought of it is as disturbing as fake smiles while hiding their true face. To exist is to be excused until the end comes to claim the pain’s confusion. They’ll want you back just to ignore you as if an illusion. This world is delusional in the way it thinks. Backwards and living in reverse as it’s lost in some fairytale sorta dream. Fall over and let the air in your lungs escape. As your eyes close others will finally take a moment to say your name. To appear from outta nowhere flocking to a body you left behind. And only if you could see how fake everyone is you’d wanna parish from the hype. It’s all an act of considerations that lose meaning in words spoken out loud. Without ever hearing them whisper as you cross over beneath the ground. Recognition and gossip is what will become of the mourning day. As the one you truly are lays motionless to the game. Unable to listen to a relentless display of tongues lying of sympathy and purpose when they could’ve show it all along. At your wake you’ll sleep in a room of disrespect bcuz they know you’re gone. And who will protect your legacy that only you have lived? There’s a reason I haven’t much to give…

In which are you.?.

Easy and freaky are two different things when vanity is the only thing that sinks in to the mood. Depending on which one you are, you can either leave outta the same door in which you came waltzing through. Or drop down with an mmm to see what the night may claim. I would like to hear you call out my name. No matter which way you are I’m sure you’d be fun to play with again and again. As I might be attracted to you but turned off by the instability in your heart that hasn’t anything to gain. Your physical arrogance isn’t enough for a man like me craving a depth to surface in the dark. I need a deeper sense of stability that awakens unfazed needs with a blinded spark. But if it’s a kink you intend to free with me in mind. Lock the door and turn off the light. Just know sight hasn’t a fucking thing to do with how we interact. Bringing to life fantasies felt with hands is a type of  sensation that has no eye contact. When getting to know how bodies move there’s a way of telling truths. If you’re freaky put me to use. Otherwise it’s easy to turn around and be gone. Someone else will come along. One willing to open up and be seen without the conceited flaws of outter beauty. It’s your choice if we enjoy or nudity. Doing untold things that never leave the room. As limits and boundaries are crossed forcing desires to move. I yield my words until you show yourself in the shadows of passion’s wake. Until then, you’re just another face…

No longer…

Going on a trip through the middle of the mind. Witnessing how things have changed behind the eyes. Digging deeper the roaming drifts into the shadow’s kept secrets. Oh the things forgotten and the memories that met their defeat. One piece at a time it all must go. Relieving the heart from the conflictions of a place called home. So in to the center of thought where reality halts for a lil bit. To clarify and calm the now so self can gather a new mindset that’s connected to the ribs. Falling under to clear out imbedded twists that no longer have a purpose to gain. There’s a shift in the presence of character taking the chains from wrists for there’s no reason to be tamed. Leaving nothing but the empty to be filled with everything that’s never occurred. But first. Beneath the surface the evacuation of weight lightens the load. Correcting the details within that find comfort in confirming self’s crave to unbury the bones. To rid worth of the drag that restricts the smile from lifting upward. As behind locked doors that haven’t be opened in years there’s a silliness that lurks. Finding it’s home no longer resides in the depths that is I. The chaos is free to find the peace it needs somewhere else bcuz it doesn’t belong in thy life. For one little goodbye spoken is enough to ease a sigh that’s waiting is turn to breathe. Bcuz I fell back in luv with me…

When I rest I live…

Falling into dreams to be at peace. Knowing you’re there to ease my wants and needs. It’s not real but damn if it doesn’t feel like it is. You make it hard to return to realities disturbing twist. You’re not here so I come to you. I like the way we move. So I drift back over the threshold to see your face every night. And oh how I miss you more and more every fuckin’ time. Just entering la la land I feel me come to life. I can’t explain what’s going on but I enjoy the hype. Being my eyes I escape into your arms opened for me to get to your heart. You’re a work of art. An imagined perfection that helps me lose control. You’re the reason I like being left alone. I just wanna cross the line that divides our worlds. I’m weak by gaining emotional strength when I have you as my girl. I’m me when I’m there. As where I’m from I don’t wanna live and ours not fair. To leave you come the moment the sun arises for a new day. All I do is sigh until the darkness reunites us so we can play. Living in a fantasy without a care to be thought of. Bcuz everything revolves around us being in luv. On the coast somewhere or laid up in a hammock in the mountains breeze. With you I don’t havta breathe. So stealing my breath away isn’t a thing you could ever do to harm me. I just wish I didn’t havta awaken from my dreams. It’s no fun on this side of the boundaries that part us. And you can’t follow me back so we can coexist no matter where we linger as a must. I can’t wait to sleep so I can see you. I’ll be there soon…

Ease on back…

Sitting and talking. Watching you bathe. Soaking as you relax for a bit. I leave you alone so you can have your space. Either way we coexist. I’ll meet you in the bedroom. Just to witness you get dressed. Bcuz I enjoy the way you move. Keep the water warm. Take your time. There’s no rush. I’m glad you’re loving you best life. Side by side with me we go. Doing the little things that matter the most. In with the comfort of you and I. This is home. A place we come to be. In rare form just being who we are. So run the hot water out if you must. Warm your heart. I’ll light you a candle to help your mood. Then close the door to keep the heat in. You more where I’ll be. Laying across the bed with a grin. As you unwind from a long day. Sinking in to the thought of life v on the rise. In your dimmed domain listening to the music’s pulse. Whispering every rhyme…

Let’s knock em’ down…

We can do the guns without the roses. Just let the rose bushes grow in the shit with the drizzle from the hose. We can d o a little more shootin’ and a lot less cuttin’.  It’ll give us a lil more time to spend on us playin’ around laughin’ and luv’n’. Tastin’ a smile straight from the lips puckered up. Go grab your gun. I never liked the way flowers die after they’ve been plucked anyways. Guarantee they’ll still be by the porch once we get back. But hey. That’s me wantin’ to do a lil more than the same ol thing. Just aim, squeeze and try not to breathe. As steady as your hand can swing in mine. Line up the targets and let’s knock em’ down as the bullets take flight. It’s way better than a dozen dead tulips in a vase. Load the clip and feel the pop bring life to your face. Put you a hole in something and smell the chambers smoke. I’ll be right beside you as you’ll never be alone. We can take turns until the sun goes down. That’s the life I wanna live with you in the here and now. Fuck the flowers let’s have us some fun. Whew, what a rush…

It’s…

Doing it all for the end to tell the heart it’s ran it’s course. It’s all for nothing once the moment fades into emotions being lured. Just to sit still long enough with time grind away with memories never made. All bcuz thoughts get caught up in a past that has been lived that paved the way. With tears that release the pain that wasn’t spiced to be. Life continues as the smile understands it’s all a phase placed in a dream. To be remembered if it matters to the now after moving on. Falling back in luv with self as the long missed norm. Things change in trails that find errors in others. Helping the one within evolve in more ways than just being someone’s luv’r. All of it is merely a learning curve awaiting the lesson at hand. On a twisted reality where the solo act makes a stand. Establishing a worth prior to another go around with depths exposed. Knowing it’s a desperation to keep counting on hope. So the focus gathers a better sense of what it’ll take to redefine the outcome that awaits. It’s all in the way the awakening rises to the occasion for a friend to gain. In a mental aspect of protecting the most sacred details hidden beneath the surface. Never to return to the feeling of believing it’s all worthless. As finding a belief in anything other than the image in the mirror is the hardest thing to do. Or ain’t easy to overcome the attachments that shattered use. As it’s not anyone else’s fault why we sit them outta getting close to us. When we stand at the line of trusting someone and whispering, “ Fuck luv”. There’s a defining thought that lingers in the mind. Remembering what to avoid if ever it tried to pretend not to lie. It’s all to become who we are. Periodically allowing the feel to dig into the heart…

click...

In the middle of making luv I realized it wasn’t for me. I just wanna fuck. It’s the kink that drives the inner beast to growl. Sex is better with lusts. Sensual passion is for the weak. I’d rather have fun. As control is the trigger that I crave. I need a certain type of trust. It’s the man within that doesn’t wanna be buried alive. There’s just something about the lips with a finger hushed. As flesh is desired to create a thrill on the loose. I enjoy being felt deep in the gut. Pain and pleasure mixes well together. As sweat makes it difficult for bodies to stay flush. With ropes and restrains that provoke the freak. To play with the endless possibilities of the rush. Fucked just right so the orgasm cannot lie. Expressed through moans telling the truth until hormones gush. Twisting reality into a norm groped and fondled. Doing things that will make others blush. There's a usefulness in using another for personal stimulations. Into temptations luring a friend to open up. To be as is in the perfection of perversions wanting to play. Giving another the will of orgasms that cum as dirty as the imagination that never gets lovestruck. The slow grind just ain't my kinda thing. I'd rather taste the flow that pours like a waterfall from above. Face used as a sit and spin until the drip is uncontrollable. Participating in all the filth that turns needs into wants. Creating an epic scene every time the doors close. Click, with locks that gives privacy so depths that are free to run. Like wild dreams coming to life. Feeling around in the dark as the beast slaps a spanking across the butt. As naughty secrets are known. It's whatever until the sun comes up...

all for whatever...

never until i fall from life. without the thought of you i'd loose my mind. wondering around drifting of who we were. with my voice muted having a loss of words. once felt in arms refusing to adjust to the nothingness. i'd be a slave to the misplacement of happiness. if ever you wound up elsewhere with me nowhere around. the confused look upon my face would speak out loud. confronting the whereabouts of such a beautiful thing gone. and who would be at fault? moving to a different motion. swaying with another body playing with devotions. my luv doesn't ware off. the feel will remain as is as tender and soft. easing into each and every touch. lasting beyond my turn to express what was. while living in a moment remembering the thrills you created. with me you'll be for an eternity waited. knowing it's only you that stirs me up. and to share my everything with you is a must. i'll linger on if days continue after i die. forever to crave the essence of the hype. there is no end to the madness that's buried deep within. thy heart is determined to be in your presence to truly live. for emotion jus wouldn't compare with another in your place. making my world so much better than a smile stretched across my face. i'm all for whatever evolves between you and i. this is something i cannot lie...

Your crave…

Downs you go. Ready and eager to please. Knees bent and landing looking up wanting me to moan. Lips nibbled on as you track got me. Growing in your hand enjoying the feel. Stroked soft enough to hold your grip. As warm as the mouth opening to insert the thickness of its meal. Slowing to lick. To ease into the motion. Wanting to make the moment last. Your eyes close with a beautiful sense of devotion. And I’m hard and erect and full standing full staff. Cock place in the tongue. Jaw widened to make room. As the sucking begins once the saliva starts to run. Dripping off my balls you work me loose. Liking the feeling of my girth you do it for yourself. Head bobbing with precession. Suction creating a ripple affect that is more than felt. My body moves and twitches from the detail of your obsession. So I’m tuned you sync my movements to every slurp. Creating a masterpiece that makes you wet. Showing me you have a full range of worth. As my eyes fixate on the sight so beautifully set. Suck it bcuz you can. Drain me dry. I know how much you crave me as a man. Yes, oh shiiit. Make me s growl and sigh. Get it. That’s it, right there. You’re perfect with the head you give. Taking your place before me as my bottom half is bared. I like the way you take your time. As if I’m a hobby you can play with. A toy to fulfill your dirtiest thoughts wanting outta your mind. As my toes curl with a shift on my hips. Releasing every drop as you get off on the act. All the way through my orgasm you refuse to stop. Until the tip on my dick is so sensitive I spaz. Holding your head still long enough before you smile and swallow my cumshot.

Here and now…

Living in the moment before it changes. Adjusting to the differences to live truly ranges. Prior to evolving into another time. Life itself happens as it’s absorbed as thought in the mind. As the good gives a sense of comfort while it lasts. Knowing one day in some way the note will become a past. And all one is attempting to do is enjoy something in the presence of smiles exposed. For the end result is getting back to the basics of self being alone. How long will friends be able to remain as they come? As even luv’rs transform after a while falling short of luv. It’s the balance of accepting nothing will forever be. We are all solo in our breathing having wants and needs. Simply trying to figure out what’s good when others reach for our worth. As it’s usually best when they don’t speak so many words. Here is the only place we can be for it is all there is. Days coming around as cycles aging the body that cannot avoid the trip. Wanting to slow down tomorrow from rushing to the scene. Bcuz eyes have much to take in that they haven’t seen. With a yesterday that’s gone and buried in a memory that will eventually be forgotten. To chance it all one hasta be as free as if there is no stopping…

Beginning, the end…

If we ever get together and if we ever part. I’d hope I don’t touch another’s skin and pretended them to be you. Some things would just slowly rip me apart. Bcuz the feel of the flow has so much use. From the contentment of each fingertip that follows your curves. To the caress that enjoys the texture so soft it soothes the beast. But in the case of the aftermath of remembering how close we get as a worth. As the end comes before a forever ever gets a chance to live as more than a dream. I could only try harder to show the interaction is what I’ve waited on. So to be the one just to havta let go would break something deep. To be with the knowing of no one could ever replace the precise feel of the norm. Moving with time through life after the fact of holding a rare moment seized. I could only wish as if a fairytale was to give a lifetime to evolve into the main event. A true story where friends have a passion made to withstand a transformation of two individuals falling. Whether it be in to hearts opening up or straight through the inevitable vent. I’d like to think it’s us until it isn’t the answer to the calling. The belief is real and so inviting to the gesture coming alive. As my mind attempts to avoid the walking away yet to happen. To be left alone wondering of who could possibly fulfill depths willing to sigh. I’d just not wanna be trapped within myself with the thought of the sound of you laughing…

Think twice…

You shouldn’t make it that easy for me. That stare of yours makes you look like you need to be set free. So I’ll request that you think twice of what it is that’s on your mind. Bcuz I’m different than anyone you’ve ever allowed in your life. I’ll fuck your screws loose and break your bed. Then roll over and talk to you about shit you never knew I can relate to that’s been going on in your head. Your heart will pulsate through your pussy with a throb. As I go the extra mile bcuz I refuse to stop. As you catch wind of my emotions opening up. You won’t believe what I’m like when I fall in luv. I’m a splash of tasteful dreams wide awake. As you’d be the reason for the expressions in my face. Changing all the twitches within you that’s been let down. Correcting your train of thought and comforting you with a wow. But I’m nothing special. I’m just one person on another level. In a mental comprehension that knows what it’ll take. Living as natural as fingertips feeling their way along your bodies shape. Touching more than the flesh that wraps the true beauty you possess. So make sure it’s me you wanna test…

Craved…

I’d enjoy to be able to fuck you from time to time. Allowing my hands to flow with the touch of your skin simply eases my mind. Truth is sexually we fit as we coexist. And I cannot help but to crave the taste of your lips. Just being near you excites my well being as I’m sure you know. I will never say no to wanting to get you alone. As I’ve never tried to hide how my lust for you is a natural soothe. I like the way your body beneath me moves. In perfect rhythm with the man in me making our way through the night. Open and honest about an attraction so real and rare depths are absorbed creating life. The spark United from your smile changed who me into a savage beast. One with a gentle side when needed to explore the desires hidden in your dreams. As close to you is where I find the comfort in a world where I do not fit in. But within you I’ll dive deeper than anyone has ever been. Just to have you wrapped up in my arms and around my cock. Everything feels right in the moment that I wish wouldn’t stop. So here and there when your hormones get the better of you. Or I cross your mind as you find yourself wet on the thought put to use. I’ll come to you as you cum for me. Loosening up to let the feel good breathe. Patiently satisfying passions until the pounding cannot be controlled. As the sweat pours and we drip from the heat blazing through our moans. Know I don’t wands go without you for too long. Believe there’s no other that triggers the growling for you bcuz you belong. Naked and barred as I have my way with the sensitivities of trust. You and you alone are my crush. In a lifetime where no matter what the thrill will live on wherever you call. Damn how I luv the smooth slide within your walls. Making my shaft pulsate to a throb. And I haven’t even began to speak of what your mouth did to my knob. As they act is mutual just to hear an orgasm break free. And when you’ve gotten you fix, I’ll leave. With a kiss and a smile felt in the heart. For you I’ll forever be hard. Ready to remove the burden of your day with a lick that rotates around you clit. As your thighs spread to be enjoyed bcuz you haven’t a doubt that you’ve been missed…

Emotional invasions…

They’ll never believe you mean them no harm. Even if it’s a friendship that’s felt in the heart. Either they wanna think the dick’s on tap or you’re just another face in the crowd. It’s disturbing as silence refuses to make a sound. It never fails. As lips tell there own tale. Every time doubt destroys efforts to be real. Removing a reason to feel. Canceling out the good shown as the deal sealed. It’s weird. One by one faces shapeshifte before the eyes. As the question asked reappears as, why? What is it about self that falls short of not meaning no harm? As life goes on in a failed attempt that makes honesty so fuckin hard. The way others portray intent is how they visualize life. Eventually they’ll show a mindset hidden from plain sight. And the belief that their different fades instantly with proof put on display. Changing their appearance in a mental confusion that feels odd upon the face. Once they create a concept it’s over before it ever began. Leaving the wonder to move on after a whisper of, damn. In disbelief nothing ever seems to surprise the same ol situation. But that’s life so there’s no complaints from a standstill accepting an observation that was nothing more than an emotional invasion…

A loose end…

I’ve met more days I had no need to feel. Got lost as a dead man walking as it felt so real. The twisted thoughts made more sense when I opened up to life is nothing more than a dream. As that’s when I dropped the mic and did me. Unable to fit in I reversed my mind and related to what norm that no one understands. And I’m fine with the facts that I’m on the outside knowing I’m more than just a loose end playing along with the band. As listening to the same ol bs just isn’t in the way I believe live to revolve. I’m my eyes I am the problem solved. As I look back at this world with disbelief embedded deep within my eyes that refuse to cry. Hi! I’m alone and I, I’m alive! Falling in the middle of life to a dwelling that redefined my train of thought. Watching everyone go on with the silliness unveiling to question the end results. I’m free. There’s nothing I need. To die in the moment I could only ask for another second to live. And I could care less if I’m missed. Luv’d ones fade Just the same so existence is in a blink and we’re all gone. I’ve gained me in the process to be bcuz there’s not a ring better than to breathe before life goes on. With mornings that sounds like mourning I don’t speak such things. As I’m delusional in words spoken when others tell there version of who I am in the revealing of truths of me.  And yet no one is more correct than the confusion blinded to depths on the run. Knowing like is so much more than the expression of a reoccurring luv. I’ve seen pieces shape shift as it changed the way I coexist. I’m a far fetched compromise to trained obedience that reflects a possessed set of lips. And I cannot comprehend how use has been compromised. As my face has lost expressions that meant so much to me before I realized the effectiveness of lies. Though rare form I haven’t been since I faded into the shadows that claim everything about throwing in the towel. There’s just too many fuckin people that are foul. I’m solo bcuz the harmony of humanity  hasn’t a unique drift that makes sense. So to the side I’ve been pushed as I don’t mind the path for it I was meant. I’ve seen more nights that reminded me of death than I care to admit. But it helped me rise up and claim a better mental stability in which I can understand a true tickle in my own ribs. I’m here until I’m not. As the sun brings the light back around that gives us all a chance to choose the reality that share from one person to the next. Trying configure the contents of what lingers in the chest. To mingle or fall back is a decision made depending off the process of how one thinks. And I gave up as I’d rather remain in solitude due to behind the back there’s always a wink. I’m at peace with myself. To luv me I crave no help…

In the makings of drifting…

When the feel of an unsettling day comes into focus. Knowing something is missing and everything seems hopeless. There’s a moment where self admits life just isn’t the same. As age catches up to a smile stretched across the face. Weighed down by an absence that makes the mind wonder of what it could be. Thoughts gather to fill the emptiness created by dreams. With nights that repeatedly go on and on. To days awakened too that are stagnant to the norm. With pieces scattered about just needing to be put together again. A world outside awaits the finding of what could be felt by the hands. But where’s that one thing that rejuvenates life? When it’s the only thing craved so the heart isn’t doing time. In the makings of the drifting just trying to live in silence. Avoiding the confusion and heartache that acts out immaturities and even violence. Seeing first hand the beginning always returns to the end. Just to rely on who it is within to be a never ending friend. And yet, it’s not enough to just stagger one’s way through an endless phase. A stranger in the mirror mimics gestures to how happiness is to be explained. Hearing not one thing slipping from the lips in which has a physical reference to be enjoyed. It’s just a blabbering safety net where emotions rest and are never deployed. As the void creeps up and whispers faint truths when self is alone. Is this all there is to this place called home?

So long ago…

Melted candles haven’t felt a warm wick in some time. As if the night went blind to a flame blown out by a sigh. Days has drifted so long into years that cannot feel. Awakening every so often to the sun attempting to give life something real. With wax needing to be molded back into form. For a better light to blaze so sight can see a new norm. Twinkling into a dance fulfilling the heart’s motion as it thumps. It seems like a forever has passed since emotion has fell into luv. Just to watch the flickering of shadows take shape in moments shared. There’s an emptiness in the thought when thinking of how back then to the now is compared. With the smell of the scent lit into the air as the aroma comes from the smoke. Wondering when will self linger into the coziness of a place called home. Where the glim rests with the warmth of the stillness glinting with a sparkle in the eyes. Beneath the flare that lights the room until the sun rays through the window shines…

Truth is…

Guys like me are told we’re a catch. And when we don’t accept a woman’s offer of herself it turns into a reckoning of chaotic words spat. As the labeling of being broken and a player is what’s said to be. It’s the intent of a situation that shows the majority of women are typically off a mental leave. Always falling back into the same ol thought process that clarifies the insanity of selfishness. Having to listen to them bash good men to try and tare down our happiness. Bcuz we won’t let them into our space where we can be free as we naturally are. Using emotion accordingly to those who deserve the contents of our hearts. The good fellas who are misjudged and misused have no need to be belittled by an immature female that can’t get fat she wants. And once we figure out who’s who we respectfully avoid the childlike mentalities hurt due to wet ain’t willing to fall so fast into luv. So the whiplash effect takes its moment while women get to feel better about the rejection that’s taken place. Knowing they ain’t worth our time but never do we discard them as if they would’ve been of use to someone more like them to gain. The constant flip flop is awkward asf to have to deal with when females cannot control the build up of gimme gimme in their own chests. Created by assumptions bcuz they’re used to having everything their way in which is a destructive mess. Women do not realize how unattractive it is to act out just bcuz they’re used to dealing with lame azz dudes who will be with anyone just to fuck. Truth is the genuine fellas ain’t for the fuckery so we say, “fuck luv”.  As we’re able to notice key facts that always lead to worsen if we do not cut the attachments waiting to cause a ruckus just bcuz they feel a certain way. It’s ugly to witness the tenacious behavior so we men focus of the do’s and don’ts that determines how our smiles is shaped upon the face. We allow what is to come into our lives and many females hate how we are not affected by their presence. And it could be so easily corrected but we aren’t heard due to the masses of boys feeding girl’s egos that lowers our value as men. As sometimes it isn’t even the woman themselves. This being in the ends of a friendship is what’s truly felt. It’s those that are around her that we refuse to mingle with bcuz of our natural right to protect self that stands firm. No dilemmas and no drama and we won’t hurt. It’s the basics of thinking things through so strangers don’t keep coming and going. We ain’t that hard to reach on another level if women would just ease the fuck up and pay attention to what we’re doing. We’re patient to get to where life is to wind up. Living day by day so harmony is everything when another can depend on trust. There’s nothing worse than someone who claims to be a friend that forgets what it takes to maintain relations. There’s no reason too rush what we hold close to our sacred flirtations. As we say,” just live “. And then sit back to watch the display eventually and briefly be missed. As we men continue on our way alone. Losing belief in the thought of ever finding a structural place called home…

Consider the alternative…

It’s wrong to hold someone and give them a false sense of hope. It’ll damage emotions and friendships in the end when it was never home. After allowing another to believe in the comfort of cuddling up. Their face will display the pain once again as they disown luv. The truth of relations is vital when getting to know a stranger. Limits and bounds if not careful with transform into danger. From a lil subtle time spent to a heart that doesn’t Wanna let go. Space is a must impress one intends to further progress into feelings shown. It ain’t right to lead others on to gain a selfish calm that takes count. Knowing they’re gonna fall in deep to go straight through and land on a cold ground. Memories aren’t to be tampered with if honesty isn’t put into place. The worst thing to do is to alter one’s life just to walk out like it’s a game. To get close is a sacred bond as a formal conversation aligns comprehension. To adjust to a situation recognizing intent not suspicion. Leave no one to assume anything more than the moment lived. Just step aside if an agreement fails to exist. It would be better not to corrupt the presence of joy that shines in the eyes. Let it be anyone but self to brighten their days as smiles carry into the nights…

No more…

I failed self. My heart don’t work. Fuck no I don’t need help. Nor does it hurt. I’m free from the feeling of emotion. There’s no sense of devotion. Lost some say I may be. But at least I don’t pretend to live up to imaginary dreams. It’s me that forgot about the depths. The mind asks is there anything left. As I’m no one to complain of how things turned out. I’m alive and confused by the silence as I can hear my heart pound. It’s a different type of soothe. For some time now I’ve been on the loose. Watching faces come along to fade. Each one wanting the likings of me to claim. Yet I haven’t in me to live up to expectations that aren’t my own. I just wanna be left the fuck alone. But not really, but I do. I’ve been called many things as I like the solitude of a truce. The pain ain’t worth the memories that repeat in the head. Every time it’s damn near like I fall as if I’m dead. A walking shell that cannot reciprocate an interest. Shit just got old so I’ll keep space between others and my distance. As this is the way I drift off into a peaceful place. In a destined pause that eases with the escape. For a lifetime of never giving in. Knowing relations are nothing but an endless trip. I don’t wanna wave and pretend to be missed. It’s better to be friends until they leave just the same. The irrelevant outcome is always hate. And I’ve had to recreate me after baring my inner makings. There’s nothing here that is willing to adapt to another taking. I turned on me once and it fucked me up. So I came to a conclusion of fuck luv. It’s overrated and only lasts so long. Destroying the contents buried in every beautiful song. I can’t and I won’t. Not when everyone somehow in someway tends to fold. I can’t seem to function to play the part. As I sigh in relief I refuse a kiss that’ll bare a mark… 

Fingertips lie…

Touched and left for dead. Accepted and luv’d and running from the thoughts in the head. Not many experience the depths of being even opened up. Self agrees with fuck luv. Just to live a different type of life that makes no sense as the loss comes in the form of worth. The deeper the dive the lonelier the cost of the heart fighting to survive the hurt. And anything beyond the break must prove what they can never accomplish. It sucks when self has been tarnished. Alerted by emotion that has no reason to feel what it has. All by the sensation of wanting more than a thought that restrains the endless task. Desires die once passions accepts they’ve been had. Fingertips lie without ever speaking and that’s a fact. Being everything to another in a phase that crumbles into fragments unable to be seen. Like a figment off the imagination that can only drift into a dream. Luv is fake for we only enjoy the way others make self feel. And like magic over time it’s someone else that creates the same type of sensation that eventually fades, claiming to heal…

Submissive in true form.

My heart’s in my chest. No it isn’t on the floor. But damn if I could’v couldn’t use a set of hands to to hold it close. And then a lil more. I lack, no I miss the life that comes with a friend that challenges me. But then again I’ve never had someone who could define my presence. I mean no harm in my words but it’s distributing to agree with the facts. As. Experience comes without hesitance. Just once it works be nice to witness someone to step up to the plate. Not to cook a B meal but to adjust their own game to a man one willing to fuck with a unique type. But most eventually turn to hate. As it’s in the ways of self righteous females who cannot handle a dominate man who refuses to fight. One in which who craves to submit emotionally to a pure woman who comprehends the distance in genders. Without playing rolls to feed egos submissive a bad thing. It’s just a sacred notion to be evolved with a particular friend. One who can talk sense when a fella can’t see clear enough you think. Anything less of the equivalent to an eventual end. Knowing the fake ones pretending to be n more than what they are just wan t shade. That is until they’re exposed before the truth awaiting the head shaking in disbelief. Just fade. As the thought forces the realization to accept the relief. Not just anyone is gonna understand the situation of an alpha needing an alpha that moves in motion. The submissive aspect is the use of a partner knowing how to coexist. As it goes both ways so both can enjoy the luv shown through devotion. I’m content until the day comes to show someone I cannot resist…

Late night with self thinking.

Rolling out intent that isn’t free by far. Life isn’t just about me but I’ll be damned if I don’t protect my heart. Mindful I rest thoughts that settle the nerves. Yes, I know my worth. And I’m no better than anyone attempting to survive. Waiting to come across a special person that looks back and realizes the calm of my eyes. The facts of self is on display if the reading can relate. If the words are said silently just right so text is felt in the way the delivery is saucy Enough to create a taste. It’s easy to express angles so what’s seen is the beauty of the mind. What’s difficult is trying to figure out who resides entirely when the single life is worth the sigh. Truth is, I’ll never tell but one person of what the fuck is going on within. No matter the friendship I remain a confusion so I can adjust to to the one who flows smoothly to the feel. And I ain’t telling the secret of clothes being peeled. To get to the layers of yes that becomes a thing is in the makings of something that more delicious than a meal. As tastebuds dial in the mmm. As I end this with a simply, hmm?

Noticed…

So you have self worth? Yeah, that shits hot. Exist with wording but to the point is a must. For it’s my curiosity you’ve caught. As I’m choosing to give attention to how you carry on beyond what you want others to know. I’m following the content you verbally put into sound. But something tells me there’s more to depths not shown. Is it a treasure you hide within that I’ve found? Do I see you in true form? Or am I delusional to the truth? I can’t help but to think you’d be as confusing but comforting norm. One being a shock to my train of thought. The other reaching within me to awaken a common interest that I cannot ignore. Just give me a moment to explore the reality of conversation willing to pause. To consider honestly a different kinda lire. One tossed out into the open to know who in the fuck real. Only if you knew I bit a nibble and got hooked without moving for the moment. I’m just waiting on you to figure out if you wanna seal the deal. Maybe you seen me purposely bite the line you’ve cast for an in particular compliment. For is a chance I’ve taken one last time. To be pulled from the sea but not as a fish but a forever  keep. Hi. I’m just me…

After the fact…

At the tips of the lips unable to take flight. Words swallowed are a moment remembered as a could’ve been that hadn’t the flavor of life. As the stomach turns knowing the truth is they were more than worth a try. The gut wanted to devour the pieces of of every kiss that pressed against a smile so fuckin alive. And then comes time to steal the memories that lingered of those who got away from the claim of mine. Somehow eyes were blinded by the creation in the makings cut short of what was waiting just on the other side of the hype. But why? Bcuz self didn’t have it back then to try. Forgotten was the feel shunned by the overthinking of sighs. Allowing a friend to escape a touch enjoyed as emotion was on the line. As fear built in anxiety not ready to express an imperfect yet perfect type. With stares of possibilities that flowed freely. The reasons to partake were there as passion was wanting to further the thrill of the find. Being a rare individual that was free to shine. But ain’t that no lie. Lost in the verbal expression wasted in a rhyme…

Things change…

Many question arose in the years it takes to overcome pain. As cells in the body repair from the moment self went fuckin insane. As the answers will never be known of how another could purposely help the slow emotional suicide. Laughing and placing blame as if they weren’t the cause of the chaos allowed that reconfigured life. Giving new meaning to the heart’s desires that rely on a thought process way too stubborn to care. As living in the proof of everything changes is a truce from past and present. Leaving alone the friction that betrayed the sensitivities expose. Redefining what it’ll take if ever the moment shall propose bodies being more than groped. The curiosities are real enough to ponder in wonder of the deceitful acts that plagued a pure heart. As time heals the gathering of the absence in which cleanses worth of how someone somehow could forgot to do their part. When self stood up to be seen in ways the transparency was all there was. Making it obvious that the phase only lasted in it had to be claimed. Freeing the mindset to eventually get back to life. Walking away from every detail of the aftermath that said that luv is no longer alive…

In a moment to pause…

And what if you can’t have what you crave? Maybe I’m not supposed to find into a stranger I don’t know. Have you ever thought of the consequences that can reshape a face? Or the feelings you wanna touch that enjoy being alone. I have no other place other than self to call home. It’s possible you don’t realize I’m not like anything you’ve ever met. As you attempt to convince me you’re different than any other in the dating pool of what’s left. I have no walls, just reason. Comprehend I’m the same no matter what the season. As me as is I am so therefore I need no one to fulfill a void. Friends come and foes go once I get annoyed. There’s a low tolerance for mindless acts that lead to a verbal goodbye. And yet I’m no one special but I will protect my life. So understand if you can hope it’sa desperation that has no purpose anywhere near me. Be or leave are the two options bcuz I don’t do fairytales caught up in silhouette and dreams. Ask yourself what your looking for before you get curious enough to alter a friendly conversation. Make sure I fit with precision into your situation. Bcuz even though the universe revolves around me. As it does you in the same sense bcuz you breathe. I’m nothing of what you’re used to and that’s what it’ll take for me to understand I’m not alone. For look at any one person as if I’ve met compatibility full blown. With a thought process that doesn’t have an interest in how this world follows the lead of the lost. Able to make sense of little things and decipher a clarity in a moment to pause. Think prior to believing I’m on the radar of your heart. You just t not be what I’ve waited for to wrap up in my arms…

Humble yourself…

Please don’t be toxic. There’s no sense in having a heart so demonic. I don’t know but I think I’d like too. I believe I have a liking to gain a truce. But if you’re hatefully selfish there’s just no chance to play. As figuring each other out wouldn’t be worth the expressions upon the face. It’s not so hard to be decent and upfront. Showing true self on rare form to see you’d be the one. Being harsh with a tongue that flips profanities isn’t what intrigues me. Imma need a calmer type who is free. Released by the discomforts of past conflicts. Able to find piece within that allows a subtle touch reaching for a different kinda twist. Humble yourself and match efforts creating something worth the crave. Otherwise my heart wilL shut down and put you in your place. Erasing you from my mind as a friend who forgot who I was supposed to be. Fake the mood and I’ll drift like a dream. One in which you cannot remember when you awaken in someone else’s arms. Vague to the memory bcuz your set off my alarms. Hazardous to the well being on my own existence. As years and miles will be all there in between us in the distance. Just smile when it feels good. Talk when differences define a wtf look. This thing called life is passing us by by the seconds ticking. And it’s on you how I respond to the content as I can only hope you’re what I’ve been missing…

A phase…

Phases differ and every now and again the passing of others is felt later in life. For in the moment people are in there own way attempting to figure out what’s on their minds. Not everyone feels the need to hurt their emotion to fit another’s twist. There’s levels to the process even though two individuals could very possibly coexist. It’s in the timing of where someone is mentally that determines the balance within the comfort. And when strangers come and go as if in a revolving door wanting everything and so much more. Just to watch them fade away from the grasp is the second they’re placed in a past. It’s the situation of inner makings that matters as thoughts keep to the facts. Where ready for relations or on idle bcuz a pause would be nice. The choice is only truthful when it’s respectfully spoken without a lie. Even if the interested one reaching for the heart doesn’t get what they crave. They’ll soon realize the luv they seek will come along and stay. But to lose the chance will remain for a while until it to becomes vague. Waiting with patience for self to change. We’re all in a version that is suitable to what’s relevant to us. With no wrong way to be when chasing or running from luv. Drifting is sometimes necessary for growth so we can honestly prepare the contents in true form. Dreaming of the day in which snuggles up to a well deserved norm. Bypassing the impatient ones bcuz they can’t wait to be happy. As the understanding of such is met with a nod that someday will be laughing. Living with arms wrapped around a body that’s on the same page. Unforced to open up and give worth to an enforcer demanding selfish gains. At ease is the concept without purposely leading anyone on. Caught up on the stage seen by eyes that wanna dive into the core. Chapters like episodes are junctures where steps taken get to where the going leads the way. To hear a soothing voice whisper the sound that creates self’s name. Knowing there are so many that can fill the void. Just to transform gradually from a stagnant aspect into a primed type at some point. Accepting the flow of entanglements that are as natural as breathing air. It’s not a game to those who knows the impact of a stare. Or the tenderness of a touch that sinks beneath the surface. There’s nothing worse than a useless kiss that expresses a worthlessness. So the difference in the conditions is a must. Standing on one’s own long enough until curiosity awakens to trust. Playing with lusts on the lips of a luv’r who excites reason to adapt. Yet it wasn’t them that broke through the barrier of what self lacked. They just happened to stroll on by when the correction have been made. And that’s when we’re too notice there phase…

To be…

To believe in another who will stay intact.

To remain the same through the changes that create a past.

Connected to a friendship with being a true friend.

Knowing being let loose isn’t an option to end.

To know someone never forgets words matter.

As mood swings and attitudes aren’t worth the chatter.

Easing the mind so use can find a purpose.

Defined in motion where the heart hurts less.

Finding self face to face and pressed to a rare set of lips.

The belief is a necessity to live.

Staring into eyes that have a desire so alive.

Like minded for maturity to open up and express life.

Naturally without silhouettes hitting the the shadows.

With hands holding affections trusting a simple hello.

Filling a void of a lifetime that doesn’t havta wonder.

As partners on rainy days can’t sit and enjoy the thunder.

Together through a bond that comprehends what it takes.

To be with the one person that spikes a vibe that feels safe.

Growing passion along the way so smile can adjust.

Having a daily reminder of why they’re a must.

Bcuz they alone help emotion understand an imperfect perfection.

Rejuvenating the thrill of protection.

Falling further in as years accumulate for a memory to survive.

It’s believing in the actions shown that alter the willingness to thrive… 

Some n others…

 At some point everyone wants to be fucked.

Only thing is some aren’t worth a fuck.

 There are boring ones that area waste of time.

As others lay down with anyone just for the hype.

It depends on the link that hides within.

For some just wanna come out and live.

To be used whether it be a good or bad thing.

It’s either a situation of stay or leave.

Partners crave the interaction that fits their sexual desires.

It can be soft or a rugged thrust that sparks the fire.

As the different types of passions alter in mindsets playing for keeps.

The matter the better some play as of life became of filthy daydreams.

Others shy away from the raunchiness n slow things down.

Yet there’s no wrong way to be so to each their own while the body is bound.

Reacting to a luv’r that suits the vibe.

Never to cheat self outta a well deserved good time.

Sex in its own has a variety of lusts.

Some even transform into a compassionate luv.

As that itself varies in between shyness and the dirtiest of ways.

Demanding to have intent fulfilled with pleasure n pain.

To be choked or caressed or even both.

Those with a balance are the funnest when they moan.

It’s as if when people are left alone that’s when they truly come alive.

Willing to pounce on a moment to ease the mind.

From true freaks of nature to the collective types that only go so far.

The levels in between is where we all try to figure out who fits that part.

Playing with the skin in a selfless touch.

Or pinching a nibble with a slap across the azz to gain a lil trust.

The options are endless as we look at others in our sights.

Wondering how would they react to truths opened up in the middle of life.

As some are hush not wanting their secrets to be exposed.

When others don’t care bcuz it’s their life when sighs are groped.

In whichever grove we can’t help but to partake.

Just allow who self is to experience life without shame…

Lingering on…

I remember the comfort of laying between another’s legs with my head on their lower stomach. And the flavor of a midday lunch. I recollect the skin I enjoyed the most. Not once when it was near did I ever feel alone. And I can recall how it felt to allow my heart to run free. Oh I relive it like it was nothing more than a dream. The way a smile lit up my life to the nasty naughty things I tell no one. Until the day came that I had to admit even I was done. It’s as if they’re trapped in my head. Lost in a thought and left for dead. I feel the shape of curves that awed the beast. There was a great pleasure on me being on my knees. Testing who invited me to open them up. Mmm, it was a must. And the satisfaction of the luv from a luv’r had no limit. At one point in time I found myself breathless. Caught staring in moments that ended too soon. Oh how the tongue did things the way the hips could move. As even the tightest pussy captured my intent. I reminisce a little bit here and there just bcuz I insist. It’s my life and where I’ve been that has created the temptations that at times did and others that didn’t play so fair. And I damn near hate myself bcuz I actually cared. I seen friends awaken before my eyes. Losing each one before I could run and hide. I’ve cried shallow tears and I’ve died inside my very own heart. I had forgot who I was as I had fallen into motionless arms. As the scent of a woman aroused my will to do so much more than daydream. But it was the softness of a touch that set me free. So light I could only wonder after a whole of how it felt when fingerprints leave a mark of hope. I was emotionally paralyzed once upon a time ago. Drifting with the memories tucked away from the pain of gibbering gums. Even though to think of the beauties in which I’ve had my fun. I believe after it all I’ve gone completely numb. Just to go back to snuggle up one more time. Knowing it’ll fade before I thrust the grind. Although I cannot complain for I know who it is I’ve shared pieces of my life with. From the chuckles to the ends that tore slits within. The good times were worth every second spent. For my hands have ravaged the likings of a few that were with the vent. I have lived and I have luv’d. I played with the sounds of sweet lusts. Bonded and broke chains that tugged on what went wrong. As we all have a blink to figure out where we belong. I hold no grudge and I have no hate. I did what I did to the concept that bared them as mates. Made my way through their inner passion and found their vibes. It’s just too bad some never had it in them to truly match mine. Only if is a term I cannot use. Yet, I fondle the imagination of the left overs that gets me in the mood. I can still hear them saying my name in a whisper and that says it all. Even though they had to move on as I emptied the vault. With the gratitude of it being me deep inside. Moving in motion with the satisfaction every so defined. Damn how a kiss lit me up. Anymore I’d rather not press the notion bcuz it tampers with trust. As that in itself calmed the nerve in a certain situation. But even if  it seemed desires was just a lonely infatuation. To be placed in the back of the mind. To become a thing of the past that vividly never lies. I’ve had my fun and I’ve buried myself. Yes I gave my all to fall when I needed help. With compassion I wanted the need of another to live forever. Truth be told relations were like the changing of the weather. From the warmth of breaths on the neck to the heat of feeling so fuckin alive. To the chill the alters the fight into a frozen, why? The ups and downs have fulfilled my days. Looking into eyes on another level that settled the expressions displayed upon the face. Just to wipe off the silliness and return to the real world. Not a one was I able to say was my girl. My fault or theirs in the now I peek back. Realizing I wasted a few chances the way others looked at dating as a draft. Getting close enough to soothe truths in a cuddle made for two. Allowing the configuration of a deeper user tell the truth. And poof! Gone with every tick of the clock clicking in an empty room. The what was eases the eyelids shut. To rekindle the flames that had two bodies curled up and flush. For the sight of what self has seen has been a dream come true. And now I’m on the loose. Unable to redirect who I am in anyone’s direction. I’ve already been too many other’s perfect imperfection. With a palm to embrace a cheek. Then to open handedly feel the sting. As slaps across an azz wasn’t the only one felt. What I can’t remember is the thrill of how I came to melt. Of all things I’d rather not misplace. My eagerness to be involved lacks emotion’s demand to escape…

On the edge…

Just one girl and her dreams. Looking at life deciphering wants and needs. Priceless in a moment of clarity she sits in ease. As the sight before her eyes makes it so fuckin easy to breathe. Feeling as high as a bird that soars ever so free. She has the time to reflect into the now at the edge of everything. Peeking into a mental future foreseen. With a piece within that isn’t provoked to speak. Sighing she finds her inner means. Realizing the woman she is has always been her universes queen. As the sun kisses her face for her to feel the power of its beams. In one evening revealing true worth in the sunset’s scene. Revitalizing the beauty in a stare facing the ever changing sky. She’s reclaimed her own mind…

Untold…

Tell me again why I need to be tough. To show no emotion for it is weak. Then tell me that I cannot be loved. All bcuz I am a man that doesn’t know how to breathe. Act as if I’m not an attraction if I’m too much for you. Or even enough when I’m more than an empty shell. Then pretend I’m wrong when I leak from my inner makings needing a friend who is true. When it was you in which I fell. Express your opinion of a man from a woman’s perspective. Knowing you haven’t a clue of the weight we carry on. Emphasize the fact how a feature I haven’t is being attractive. All bcuz I don’t live up to your version of ignorance as I’m scorn. Then run to others and convince them you’re the victim of situation. And how I couldn’t relate to the thought process of false men trapped in your head. Just don’t leave out the part where I’m not an imitation. Oh, and how when I laid you down and banged your desires out as you feel off the bed. Downplay me for your character to live on the pedestal in which I placed you. But don’t speak of the manipulation that shines the light upon toot face for other men to believe you’re with the cause. I’ll keep my silence so you never return to expect me to find a use. It wasn’t me that got lost…

Reaching…

Reaching for the surface just wanting to be seen. Craving a moment that admits to her untold daydreams. The softer side lingers to the surface n awaits the ok. Sitting at the edge of self and being felt by another’s fate. To be entangled in motion that smiles bcuz happiness exists. Depths just wanna live. Is in the shallows where shadows are so close to feeling the pulse. Hidden just outta reach in the silence of the calm. Luv can’t escape without a reason to come out and play. It caresses one vibe at a time to secure emotions saved. As the linger flows through the body attempting to believe in another wanting in. With fingertips pressing on the texture of the skin. From the outside a comfort touches worth waiting on time to prove who they are. Honestly is the only thing that speaks to the heart. So just under the vanity truth seeks a must. Feeling every stroke until the right one makes a willingness come undone. Coming from within the shell that hides true intent. Reaching for a usefulness in a different kinda friend…

“All mine”…

To fall in luv with you all over again come mornings light. Not even the dreams I awaken from can compete with how you bring me life. It’s the way you moan as if you don’t wanna wake up that triggers my grin. Knowing in a few moments you’re gonna open your eyes with a desire to live. You’re the difference in the way this world feels like home. And to roll into each other with a sigh that creates the mood is depths shown. It’s how we are before the day can even begins. With you is where I belong and where I chose to live. Laying still long enough prior to rolling outta bed. After coming back to the reality of you and I speaking hey you’s said. There’s something about witnessing luv from your smile that will never fade. All the while rising to the sunshine exposing the face. What a sight I see that draws me into the luv you’re willing to share. You make it so easy to breathe bcuz you’re truly rare. As you hold on tight not wanting me to release you from my arms just yet. So let another day evolve into a night so I can hold you close to my chest. To do it all over again as we cuddle in a comfort. I’ve falling into you and can’t help myself from wanting more. I luv hearing your heartbeat in my ear. It tells me I’m luv’d as the pulse cheers. Reaching for me I sink in deeper every time. I cherish the fact I can call you, “all mine “…

I wanna feel…

I wanna be a different version of me. I wanna be happy. I wanna be somewhere else. I wanna be felt. I wanna feel alive again. I wanna believe I am a man. I wanna look in the mirror and say hi. I wanna find what brings me back to life. I wanna free myself from this endless thought. I wanna not be so fuckin’ lost. I wanna descend from the brain and allow the heart to open up. I wanna remember what it was like to be in luv. I wanna walk in true form. I wave know that I’m someone’s some kinda imperfect norm. I wanna speak without sounding as if I live in fear. I wanna absorb another when their eyes leak of tears. I wanna truly transform into who I am supposed to be. I wanna accept the next phase where my friend never leaves. I wanna, wanna, wanna is all I want. I wanna fall into my crush that’s never nonchalant…

Sitting in the dark…

There’s gotta be another way. One that transforms smiles upon the face. Self can chuckle and giggle all the while being alone. Yet there’s  a stagnant void as if life has halted in the home. As the head lifts and the body sits upright in bed. Quietly drifting without a word being said. Re-examining how days are going by without a thrill. With emotions held in that refuse to spill. Spoiling within the mind a thought asked has awakened. Wtf has happened? Lonely nights and solo meals linger in the name of living safe. Fighting the urge of luv that somehow turns to hate. As sighs heard in the depths of darkness no longer believe the heart is done. How can a use of another redefine trust? Only if there was a choice in disbelief. Giving more reason to remain single is how desires were debriefed. There’s way too many moments without any other around. To hear the silence and a solo breath scream out loud. As soft as the exhale a change is needed. One hasta try at some point to feel passions that have been depleted. But oh the fear that follows the eyes closing once again. It’s not a weakness when fingertips wanna touch the palms of another’s hands. Even though the anxiety of doing so surges through the veins. Pulsating with heartbeats that cripple lips so they cannot speak of the gain. When looking In mirrors at the reflect of self a friend is simply absent. Becoming whole creates a missing link for worth to vent. And then the voice in the head shakes nerves trying to remain calm. The vibration itself defeats the wall built ever so tall. There’s a better way to live that enjoys the tickling humor in the ribs. There’s more beneath the surface that wants to give. But behind closed doors no one will ever know. As it’s the walls that hears the turmoil of moans…

As one…

To make luv. The thought triggers emotions intrigued to play with lust. As to fuck? The attachment isn’t as appealing as to gain a common trust. Passions and kinks are more than sacred. As a true friend will smile and face it. Opening up to be a delicious flavor to be tasted. Never to sidestep truths for it would be a moment wasted. Beneath fingertips hormones do live. Having a depth escaping through touch willing to give. To place a kiss upon the sweetest set of lips. Desire just doesn’t wanna be missed. As the shallows absorb the pulsating thrill of connections. Flowing deep into unmentioned protections. Finding all the little itty bitty imperfections. Defining the source of the inner dimensions. To feel. To enjoy the usefulness of what is real. Knowing self has taken the time to properly heal. Admitting the heart is not made of impenetrable steel. So to be? To become from a dream. Sex and empathy need to breathe. Simultaneously as one and forever in sync…