The quiet part…

The hood is a place where accountability doesn’t call home. A place in which everything is everyone else’s or all other things fault. It’s where bare minimum is the equivalence of bitterness for someone else having what another doesn’t. The hood is fake asf. Enemies are friends waiting for their moment to belittle you. It’s where good is bad and bad of good in some weird twisted delusion where the norm of negative overrides individuals thinking differently. It’s a place where morals must go along with the social structure of bs or else be labeled. The hood only works in the hood bcuz it cannot fit the structure of real life. It’s a place where hate loves to bond. It’s a collective of followers doing the same ol shit without ever breaking the cycle. The hood is a place that infects other aspects of life. A disingenuous facade that lacks the freedom to be true to self. It’s a place of actors being characters in a played out scenarios, and too often they’re playing the same roles. Some embrace the chaos and others are born into a situation in which they’ve never fit in to. Outsiders think it’s cool as anyone with a clear thought process can admit the hood is a shit hole that sensible people want to get away from as the judgement points at them due to tongues accusing them of thinking they’re better than others as a tactic to keep them trapped in the nonsense. The hood is a place of going with the flow as an unwritten rule of snitches get stitches. But that’s the exact mentality of why it’s gotten to be the way it is. It’s a place in which loyalty doesn’t exist when money or prison terms come a knocking. It’s a place where race trumps everything else.

Hips in motion…

Fuck me until you glitch. But don’t leave a mark like a weak azz bitch. Do it like you mean it without shame in your eyes. Ride me into my distasteful side. If you do it just right the raw side of me will magically appear. Sweet golly grind my gears. I’m did for scarf you have laid out in your mind. Right amor now is around that time. Make it wet and slide on down. Bury me deep and moan me all those sacred lil sounds. You don’t havta be perfect, you just havta cum until your legs twitch. Throw it in me and smack me until I refuse to flinch. I like it rough so don’t be shy. I’ve been waiting on you to fuck me all night. Bring a friend of have me all to yourself. Just don’t hold back when the gosh gets to being felt. Take every inch as you insist on when we implode. From there we’ll teach the heights of how we explode. Lemme see those bitties bounce me a swing. Oh how sweet I enjoy the crave of the need. With you hips in motion put me where you seek me to touch. Cowgirl style, I’ll be your 

I’ve already won…

My cock will fuck your ego into submission. I’ll watch it from across the room, in rhythm with the approval of the demolition. Gasp when the deep shallows out. I enjoy those lil sounds forced outta your mouth. You won’t be so tough when you’re outta touch with yourself. Once you become what you truly are, needing my help. Play roll and turn me on. I like the challenge I’ll win as you quiver to my score. It’ll be one for me every time you lose control. Laying in your juices from me swimming in your hole. Dirty lil obscenities will flow so easily. Kinky lil ol you, breathe. If you pas out with my hand sound your throat, next believe I won’t stop. I’ll still be getting mine in as you come back to me pulsating and in sync with your convulsions twitching with moans. I know what you need. It’s why you act as if no one’s has exposed wet dreams. Lemme feel your pulse so we know it isn’t a lie. Better yet, put two fingers on your wrist so you can realize that you’re mine. Don’t blush. Just fall into the lusts. I’m the one. I’ve already won. 

Perfectly smeared mascara…

Get on your knees and open your mouth like you’re jealous of me stroking myself. Show me how much better you feel than my rough palms that could be holding back your hair as it’s felt. So sweet, to good to be true. The deeper it goes, the more in tuned I a with you. Down you go to ease me in so slowly it rides my hormones gripping nerves. As your moan when it slides across your tongue like they’re playing with their own language of vibrational words. Such me outta me and take me in. Swallow the better part of me needing it to be you that spikes my adrenaline. Send me on a journey in motion while you own how I crave to be blown. Be a good girl and make me a believer in how I don’t cum alone. Catch my on your lips and feel it flow down your chin just to drip on you tits. I have a bad habit of you in my head I think about that I wanna let live. Burry me in your throat until you feel the lack of oxygen gasping for air. Now look up at me with that sinful stare. The naughtier you are the better it’ll be when you control when I explode. That’s it, put it fingers up under my balls she change my tone. Taste me. Come grin within my dreams. Place your hands upon me as you’re devouring me whole. Yes, get it get it, ho holy hummer humming, oooooh…

Tap into the raw…

No. Your feelings aren’t what I’m interested in. Evers your mind? Wait! You’re not a man. Damn. Do I havta be accordingly to the facts that I must entertain such a useless point of view? Maybe it’s simply, fuck you? No. I don’t wanna dig into where I’ve always been. Perhaps I’ve evolved from a misplaced type of grin. Is life over yet? No? Oh. I guess this is my best. The overrated bs of performing for another is by golly belittling. Is it me or is the consideration of another just demoralizing? I said that out loud? My my my, words were found. Oh, I think I said the unthinkable creating my own reality forcing me into extinction. I’m blind to my own distinction. Bye bye me. These words will be my own self centered ability to fail at the attempt to just be. But I can’t be anything but me. So, what am I suppressed to be if I’m not true to who I am inside? I’m can’t live a lie…

Unfiltered disposition…

I’m too far gone. Am I wrong? Too much fit another that can’t reason with why I be who I must be? Fuck me! Literally. Just take me away from this facade of running from immaturities. Help me turn on musing for once. Trust luv lust and such. I can lie until it’s over. That’s all we’ve come to know s as lovers. taking turns until it creeps up on us all. I’ll pretend it’s whatever as long as it’s as beautiful as my imagination can foresee before I fall. Away I’ll go back to where I’ve come from as the bar guy one more time. That’s what’s I’m accustomed to to so it’s no divergent from the moments that end in mid flight. Pitty me not. I’m more willing to believe I’m more than what I have come to know to myself that I’m done with the endless dead ends that revive me in between the lines. Just fuck me straight outta my mind. Create a whole new rhealm for me to exist in. I’d be grateful for s as long as it lasts before you get a twitch. No more said is a pertinent physiological transformation in which I wanna partake. Give me a taste…

Truth…

If I had to distance myself from you, in your own. Know I’m a situation that requires me to be accordingly and it’s not a personal conflict that forces me to ignore potential that just may fill my days that linger onto nights that come to life in ways my mind can’t get enough of when the light turns down ever so low. We all have choices to confront when the voices in our heads speak of what’s situationally a fit to adjust to when time considers relevance to our moans. I’m human and I’m so far from perfect that I’m an amateur at the whole deciphering of who’s who, as I don’t know who’s gonna be missed. I’m one individual wanting my own silence to bring me joy. No, I don’t wanna live with the forsaken thought of an unmentionable void. One chance, one life. And I’m only trying to sort out what’s good for me in my own mind. Am I right or am I wrong? I’m just going on what phase I’m in so I too can consume a chance to perform in as we, whoever it be, gets along. Where am I? Who am I at this thing called life? Is there a better outcome of what it is I’ve diddled in to? Questions need not be answered to change the mindset of comforts that I’ve walked away from to get to what makes sense to a lifestyle I’ve come to know. As, here I am listening to Prince in the dark all alone. In my element of what I hide the most. The beast has calmed down. So far into a state of  what the fuck ever, I can’t recognize myself anymore. For sure. I’m honestly tripping on the fact that I’ve come to be consumed by never losing everything again that I’m driven by fear. Yet, I have no tears. I just refuse to adapt to a lower vibration that invites me to accept a norm in which demands me to go along with a lesser version of self. Can you relate or am I the only one who insists on concurring the fuckery we despise as we look for a smidget of help. Whether we admit it or not. Who’s to say, what instead of who hits the spot? No disrespect but I’m no more human than you. Truth…

Do me, I’m different…

Fuck telling you the truth. I wanna lie. Do me and I’ll do more than be mediocre. No lies. Whatever you believe I don’t really care. Just be in the moment so I can feel something not premeditated if that sounds fair. No enemies needed. Just a phrase to come out from within self suppression, wanting the act right to partake in the submission of everything that isn’t willing to go along with the norm. Be my porn. The reason I listen to the fixation of you unraveling mentor my eyes. Oh, how it’s been so long that I’ve allowed the growl to vibrate a pulse. My cravings have detected you moving to your own simplicity working out ever you consider your own flaws. But I can work through them if you’d give in to the thrill of exposure coming undone. It’s not luv, but the ease in the rush of, us. The curse of the family monster wanting to exist as it plays with your depths opening up. Spread the way to my comfort of submission as Easter will be and every was. I’m hear to dig deep enough to enjoy passion stroke sensitivities wanting to be set free. Don’t blame me. I’m just that voice in the back of your head that can’t resist the opportunity to live for once. Like me, you need an outlet to see where things go in a lil game of  defiance. One against our often better judgement owning the perspective of image of in which we live. Give. Twist me a perspective of sexuality I’ve longed to obtain. Call me by my name. Get lost in em particular kinks that refuse silence that avoids the temptations of what we are to become. I need the oooh that I seek in your consumption of me that bares no limits to satisfaction in your favor. Knotting its all mine  that consumes the desire to please and concur the internal most sacred hush that leaks out down in between your legs. I won’t beg. But you might when the soothing releases the pleasure of oh fuck had you twitching from the synchronized connectivity at one with the mood were share. What elee have you to do but, fit yourself, find someone who cares?

The fantasy...

Soft kisses on your belly owns me. Every time my lips touch your skin I sink. And I try to express the depths of how it is I see you. But the words I seek aren’t as beautiful as the truth. I’m captivated by the feel of having you close. I crave to get you alone. My dreams are vivid but they aren't real. The use of you is what I need to feel. You’re my peace, my joy, my passion so alive. I’m calm with emotions exploding claiming you as mine. You don’t havta do anything but exist. And here I am wanting to witness you live. Happy I am, laying in bed with your presence. Looking at the amazement in your eyes that someone has fallen so deep into me in so many dimensions. Mind, heart, body and soul. You are home. And I am me lost in a dream. For when I awake, I just want you here with me. Your essence is never gone when I stop dreaming. You’re still as real as you sleep as my desires watch you breathing. We live on both sides of physical and spiritual for do exist. We need not remain asleep to truly live.

upside down...

Trapped like an insect in a glass. World's been turned upside down without a chip or a crack. There’s nothing like blooming upwards to the bottom in a state of confusion. As density forces me down as the rim lays flush in the illusion. Get me outta this condensed atmosphere in which I’m to run outta air. How am I prisoner of my own doings when I was just a drift lingering, wanting nothing more than to be spared? I can feel the anger reaching from the inside out. My hands can’t get a grip so I must havta fight my way from within my invisible cell that hollows out the sounds. Hello, hello, hello? Echoes collide with each other as if someone else is calling to me. Echo, echo, echo. Where’s the exit to the madness that surrounds all that I’m allowed to know? I hear me repeat myself so I refuse to speak to the insanity I’ve come to hate. The obliteration of me, by me, is not my fate. I must escape this cruel intent of a joke that’s been bestowed upon my mental stability slowly losing chuckles in thy ribs.  Abandoned by the outlands as the seclusion is a view from behind eyes that are losing focus with the shutting shutters off eyelids. Collapsing on a distant visual I cannot reach to save me from myself. I believe I made my own figurative hell. Oh look, another new day brewing the same ol shit bcuz I can’t find the outlet to revive my vitals once again. It’s just a repeated cycles of nonsense exploiting the creation of the battle no one seems to realize exists within a man. Reaching isn’t failing, it’s just an adjustment to correct the current dysfunctions twisted by hands that tipped me over. As I poured out the weakest pieces and yet still remain reevaluating intentions tucked in a vault deep in an unknown folder. Burn it! I tell myself attempting not to see my reflection of scars I’ve become under the magnifying glass that intensifies the parts of me that’s worth more than this bullshit. My fists bang on the inner surface of the bulletproof shield I haven’t come to shatter without destroying myself. But at least it’s tinted so no one I can’t be seen squirming from side to side in my tumbling exhaustion not wanting to be felt. As chattering whispers talk. When will the glass ceiling fall..?

Pulsating to the same vibe...

You’re the reason I’m looking forward to the end of this night. They can switch the flip from dim to light. You’re on my mind as our bodies move. Mind’s consumed by the floor worked completely loose. Every song tends to pull us together. No words, just a rhythm that feeds an imagination so clever. I’m not leaving here without you if I can help it. You’re that fine line I wanna walk through the door with. Just to go work on our choreography later tonight. I too know what's on your mind. There’s a you and there’s a me pulsating to the same vibe where we stand. And on your body is where I wanna place my hands. To get a better sense of how to adjust to the balance we’ve found. I can hold you up against the wall or we can roll around to witness the flexible capabilities performed by the approbation through sound. No words, just actions playing out resistance giving into a partner swinging at the hips. Diving deep into the night wanting to frisk. I couldn’t walk away from you without knowing what creates your relevance I see loosening up. No cares, no fucks. Just living in the moment for once with motion exhale with more than a sigh. I move with self expression that consumes a lil liquid courage as you consume my mind. And the way you’re feeling me grinding my way into your thought process. Right now I just wanna be anything but a shit faced mess. I just wanna go where you’re going so you don’t get away. I like the way we invade each others space.

Leave me be…

Forever outta line. Riding nerves to free minds. I’m not worth it. I don’t care enough to indulge egos demanding attention to obtain emotional gifts. Fuck feelings. Ride on and fall off once we get to the gush. I’m not the one for the sentimental arrangements of memories turning my mind to slush. Don’t, just don’t cater to the interest it’ll take to hate me later on down the road. In my head is the only place I have as a home. Scripting is in the moment and then, it’s gone. And you cannot tell me I’m wrong. From Orange skies to oceans that crash waves to dare the recent scenario. Go on and listen to your favorite tunes played to repeat on the outdated radio. Who in the fuck wants to participate in tolerance at best? No, I’m not entirely empty in the depths of my chest. I just know things are periodical in bursts that swing with the wind. And I can’t help but to enjoy what I can as I enjoy my grin. Bringing it all back to a solo stance eventually. Who’s lying to who in the silliness of potentially? Questions need not answered for I have come to terms with the answers that are scattered out in the complexity of my brain. Hi, I am what you don’t realize is to opposite of gone insane. Confessing that there’s an addiction to being felt. We’re all in a cycle of physically needing a lil help. To break the habit of believing that any other can bring us eternal happiness. Oh, what a bliss. To engage in such a fairytale as if it were actually real. Here today, then absent from promises that meant the world to desperate intent losing the truth of the feel. Leave me be. I do not live in the fantasy of dreams. I'm not of false hopes that I matter, not even to you. Tell me what you consider to be another truth. One that alters facts. I’ve lived enough to know people are to self indulged in petty wants that fail to perform in ways that last. I’m just a blink. An eye that might have witnessed something different in a split of a moment serving of a wink. I’m the forgotten of choice that doesn’t conflict with stability. At peace with my calm living until I lay silent in my lack of ability. I just hope I fade with a boner for this world to fuck me for an eternity to come. I can’t fall in luv…

Don't lie with an honest tongue…

There should be a crave to do more than go with the flow of playing it safe. Naturally giving pieces of self where actions, body language, tone and willingness is a perfection displayed upon the face. Things change in what is sought out to become coming up short. Thing is, can you way the options before you to realize you’ll never find 100 percent of wanting more. Demand not and allow the situation to perform to its best ability in true form baring intentions to the fullest. If there’s a void, do you and don't look back to the nontheless bullshit. And if you find yourself at the edge of no return and you can’t force yourself to accept leaving another on your path. Staying isn’t settling for the comfort instead of being alone facing a world full of pasts. I am not your home no matter how much I have to give. In your mental stability is where you must live. You’re the only one you’ll ever miss when days fade into the darkest part within. So grin. So being true to self with who you have near you the most is vital to your worth. I’m just here for as long as we decide to mingle before likes turn to luv and then find the depths that hurt. I can’t be your everything. I don’t believe in rings. But if I can't be what you can’t seem to go without, just go. It's called being grown. What’s best isn’t always to stick around and go around the round of being toppled upside down. Luv is selfish, so enjoy me until it's failed to last beyond words expressed. Just make use of what's come to be in the heart, cage by the chest. As it shatters on the path beneath the feet. There’s no purpose in the bleed. So walking on each other isn’t a necessity to wiggle free from the lure. Protect yourself if you dare in your core. If I’m not there reason you sigh. Go live your life. Memories need not haunt what the norm demands. Promise me not with an honest tongue forced to lie to maintain the note spoken as it’ll come to be too late to withstand…

spirit chasing...

I’ll travel when I sleep. To lay beside you as someone else. You won’t know it’s me. But I’ll be the one making luv to you in ways you’ll remember the way I felt. Through my spiritual escape from physical form I’ll reenact my truest intent. reigniting thoughts of when we were wrapped up in heated passion. Feel me. Listen to my sighs whisper your name. I’ll reignite the flame once again. And as you lay there wondering of me in the after affect. I’ll slip back to my own body and awaken from the blissfulness of touch as I was able to caress you for my own comfort. You can have the life you chose to live. but when your eyes close and the truth is to be known. It'll be me doing to you no other can connect with. In the deepest hours of our sleep. We'll draft in spirit to unimaginable treasure we hadn't began to see. Just to awaken bothered and stirred up from within. You'll know it's me for this space in between us is only in physical form. I'll come to you in your silence. When I come into focus behind your eyes. Rolling in the scenery of our choice. We're never too far apart. It's just an illusion to the other side where we laugh and play. But I will have return to the real world long enough to ware down and need you once again. It's you and I floating in our wildest dreams. Back to the place in which we come from. Escaping our bodies to be as free as our energy can be. Entangled like two currents bringing life to the same source. As not a moment used will ever conclude us as one. We'll linger on no matter what we do in our consciousness trying to avoid the use of being side by side.

Behind the truth...

It's in the way of how the bruises will have you feeling useless. Wounds from life gapped open when self remains as the truest. Knowing the bottle stunts growth and will have the mind clueless. Guarding the heart with a Kevlar vest. Oh how the tests within the chest infiltrates one's best through thoughts to filtrate the correction of depths. For life in a moment, living flightless. From the tightest punani to the edge whispering, just do it. Once the ribs can decipher what joy of fingers is to the tickle that tends to its grip. As lips switch up to save self with a variation of words to spit. And at the end of it, no one is truly missed. It’s a tisk with a tisk when lifelines are sniped. Ripped from fingertips just to live. And with this comes a responsibility to continue to give. Watching past times play out behind the eyes. Letting breathes die just so they don’t have to hide. Everyone wants to claim something as mine. When running outta time drives free will to climb to the further point within to get away from its find. To the extent of all there is, was and will forever need to be as an endless grind. Unable to escape memories that never become more than a sigh wasted to easily by the hype. One twitch and all of it falls apart. Head going down in the facts as the heart descends beneath the char. Leaving a mark for the aftermath to reconsile with as if we didn't expect others to play their part. Our willingness forces us to appear to not be so smart. Like an art played by chuckles that are intrigued by attractions waiting time to show truths of self how the game is an opposition we bogart. Being the only thing left in the smoldering remains of the waste we claim doesn't free us. When luv fails to be more than a feeling just bcuz. For it's us that matters first when acting in scenes for others to watch until the show reveals the lust. As selfish as the touch can enjoy an other long before the settling of the dust. Trust lingers to be proven while drifting along on hopes crutch. Reflecting on yet one more, once was.