In the morning, there's that 1st 15 minutes of being awake in your mind.
Your body doesn't quite know you're awake & you don't have reality together just yet.
This is all well & good if you're sleeping alone.
But if it was one of "thoes nights" , and she stays over,
She may be ahead of you thoes 1st 15 minutes.
She isn't in her own bed therefore doesn't sleep as long.
Smetimes... Your body wakes up 1st.
She just mounts you & she doesn't care that you're not quite with it upstairs.
Or that you have crusty things in your eyes.
Your mind is still foggy your 1st thought is how much you'd really like to blow your nose
because you both fell asleep with the fan on
& the window open.
Tequila is one hell of a liquor.
But your p*%$#y is wide awake as her hips make circles
& she masages your c*&t with hers.
She doesn't care that you may have to cough or pee or have gas.
She just lifts up your shirt & traces circles on your stomach with her delicate fingertips.
So you rub the sleep from your eyes as she rubs your nipples.
She pushes them between her fingers & her mouth travels down.
Then just as you focus she enters you...& you...
You... COUGH!
& its not like in the movies, it's not smooth & it's not funny,
It just happens.
You hold it back tight, but she ignores it & keeps f*&cking you.
She must really be into it.
You use all of your concentration to hold back the next cough because you know it's coming.
But now you're concentrating on NOT COUGHING instead of how good her head looks in between your thighs.
& how pretty her hair is in the morning, tossed about as she pleasures you.
Now she's taking off her shirt! She's coming up...
"Good morning", she says in her seductive playful voice.
Gawd her tits are amazing.
You haven't even spoken yet, & you know when you do,
Your voice is going to be cracky...
Cracky? is that even a word?...cracky?
If only you would have had thoes first 15 minutes on her!
but her hips are still moving over yours in that wonderful circular motion.
Yours are too by default.
It's like her p*&$y is a snake charmer ...
& your p*&$y is the snake.....
Saturday, March 26, 2011
What Is It About Love?
Love... what is it about love? what is it about women?
There are times when i just can't get them off my mind.
I want to be close to someone again.
I want them to put their arms around me unexpectantly while im doing something ubsurdly common like dishes or cooking dinner.
To explode with passion from the inside out, to implode from the outside in.
To know almost everything about someone other than yourself.
To be so close to her that she asks you to come in the bathroom while she's taking a bath and talk to her. most people want me to shut up, what a wonderful feeling for someone to ask u to do something that u thought was your flaw.
But u can't help it, u can't help whats in your nature. your nature to love something....someone so much that u can't breathe properly when they're not around.
it sounds so cliche' like complete nonsense to someone who is less-passionate than yourself, someone who merely sees the world but never attempts to feel it.
i feel the world, i taste it, i swim in it's pool of anarchy. i drink the salty water of regret, i lick the floors of trudgery & lies, the secrets that are kept. the secrets that i kept for so long, why was i so afraid to be myself? no one has to like me they just will right?
i want someone to miss me, someone to kiss me to let me write stories about them....poetry...good poetry. words that no one else has ever put in the same sentence with their name.
someone exciting, someone that forbids u to stop smiling. someone to write me poetry and let songs on the radio remind them of me.
to doodle pictures and horrible renditions of stick figures holding hands. to kiss me like a shot gun sharp, fast, and multiple.
i've been hit and i can't see straight, i can't walk straight & i cant look u in the eye.
kiss my eyelids. brush my eyebrows with your fingers & maybe i will never leave, maybe i will always be around u & your words. i love your words I know I always will.
i will always remember what u feel like and remember your voice, your smell, & your taste... in music...in clothes, & movies & books. u....
i'm glad im starting over how exciting now knowing what u know about yourself and about women. What girls really do like or want, knowing how to make better decsions.
i want to know her hands, what her fingernails look like. what her hair looks like in the sun & the warmth it holds when u lie your head against hers.
There are times when i just can't get them off my mind.
I want to be close to someone again.
I want them to put their arms around me unexpectantly while im doing something ubsurdly common like dishes or cooking dinner.
To explode with passion from the inside out, to implode from the outside in.
To know almost everything about someone other than yourself.
To be so close to her that she asks you to come in the bathroom while she's taking a bath and talk to her. most people want me to shut up, what a wonderful feeling for someone to ask u to do something that u thought was your flaw.
But u can't help it, u can't help whats in your nature. your nature to love something....someone so much that u can't breathe properly when they're not around.
it sounds so cliche' like complete nonsense to someone who is less-passionate than yourself, someone who merely sees the world but never attempts to feel it.
i feel the world, i taste it, i swim in it's pool of anarchy. i drink the salty water of regret, i lick the floors of trudgery & lies, the secrets that are kept. the secrets that i kept for so long, why was i so afraid to be myself? no one has to like me they just will right?
i want someone to miss me, someone to kiss me to let me write stories about them....poetry...good poetry. words that no one else has ever put in the same sentence with their name.
someone exciting, someone that forbids u to stop smiling. someone to write me poetry and let songs on the radio remind them of me.
to doodle pictures and horrible renditions of stick figures holding hands. to kiss me like a shot gun sharp, fast, and multiple.
i've been hit and i can't see straight, i can't walk straight & i cant look u in the eye.
kiss my eyelids. brush my eyebrows with your fingers & maybe i will never leave, maybe i will always be around u & your words. i love your words I know I always will.
i will always remember what u feel like and remember your voice, your smell, & your taste... in music...in clothes, & movies & books. u....
i'm glad im starting over how exciting now knowing what u know about yourself and about women. What girls really do like or want, knowing how to make better decsions.
i want to know her hands, what her fingernails look like. what her hair looks like in the sun & the warmth it holds when u lie your head against hers.
I am Safe
She is my happy place
No matter how lame that sounds
I guess that's the beauty of her
That I don't care
To be so lame
She is my safe place
Where I go when I'm scared
When I trust no one
That surround me
I go to her
She is oblivious to this truth
Never seeing where I go
Remaining solid
Despite my changing surroundings
She stays
True
True to herself
True
True to me
My heart
Take me I scream inside
Inside my head
Love me I scream again
Love me I can't breathe
Love me I can't see
When she wraps her arms
Her arms around me
For no reason
She wraps herself
Around me
My heart doubles in size
It doubles in shape
A shape
Solely fitted
Fitted for her breast pocket
I am hers
I throw myself to her
To her it is frighting
She doesn't throw me back
She doesn't throw me away
So I am here
Here I am
In her breast pocket
My happy place
I am safe
No matter how lame that sounds
I guess that's the beauty of her
That I don't care
To be so lame
She is my safe place
Where I go when I'm scared
When I trust no one
That surround me
I go to her
She is oblivious to this truth
Never seeing where I go
Remaining solid
Despite my changing surroundings
She stays
True
True to herself
True
True to me
My heart
Take me I scream inside
Inside my head
Love me I scream again
Love me I can't breathe
Love me I can't see
When she wraps her arms
Her arms around me
For no reason
She wraps herself
Around me
My heart doubles in size
It doubles in shape
A shape
Solely fitted
Fitted for her breast pocket
I am hers
I throw myself to her
To her it is frighting
She doesn't throw me back
She doesn't throw me away
So I am here
Here I am
In her breast pocket
My happy place
I am safe
The Thing About Me...Is You
The thing about me... Is you.
I have a strange kind of balance you know...I have a strange way of everything...but...
It is genuine... Needy? No...Affectionate? Yes...Supportive? uh huh.... but also encouraging
I want your happiness
But in a different way than most
Because I understand that you need to make yourself happy in order to really be satisfied in life...you are strong
you are independent
That is why I crush for you
All an idependent woman needs is someone to say...you're amazing
You are amazing...I believe thatI believe that because.... I believe what I see
& I see you
Would never dream of standing in your way
But beside you beaming with pride& I in turn will follow my dreams
My path to happiness& I won't worry or feel insecure because it is possible
Possible for our paths to run side by sidetwo bumps at a time
I am flexible...that's the thing about meI will take care of you....
Not with money....Not with my fists....Or my lbs of muscle....But I willAlways...Take care of your heart...I will always think about what would make even one tear fall
& I...I will avoid it.
INTENSE
okay
Passionate
for sure
Not secretive
Cautious
Not binding
Understanding
Forgiving
Not stupid
know me
know everything
& Im yours...
Thats the thing about me...
Waves
The romantic side of me wishes you cared enough to put on & impress me, but a small part of me elsewhere revels in the fact that you don't.
Allowing me to to see you stripped of everything & exposing all of your flaws.
Ironically, I find myself trying to impress you all the time.
I am a bit dissapointed in myself for not allowing you the same privledge of knowimg me under my skin.
Now I guess I can see that we are on two different cliffs, looking at two different oceans,
but wanting the same thing.
Sometimes I watch you try & impress others as I do you & your insecurities are very bare & apparent to an outsider like myself and I wonder...Is this the way I look to you? So transparent & obvious.
Our oceans may have different names, but they most certainly have the same waves.
When is it time to stop looking?
When your stomach starts to growl & you become hungry for more than just looking.
When this fish-less ocean gives me no food, ill have to find another to look at.
One that will actually let me swim & pillage for my needs.
People say we want what we can't have.
Not me..Ii like the attainable
I like feeling like I have accomplished something & I like feeling wanted.
people also say that Love is a challenge
This I believe to be true, although in some cases it"s loving yourself that is the challenge.
Knowing the difference between admiration for someone and actually loving someone...that is the challenge.
Time after time I find myself thinking more about you than I am thinking about myself.
Wondering if you are really happy or just pretending.
wanting to know what you are truely yearning for.
I have great confidence that I could comfort you with my love & support.
but thoes things mean nothing if your heart is set on someone else.
So when that fades, Ill be here waiting for your eyes to open.
really see me
really see my ocean....
Waves & flaws & bounty.
Allowing me to to see you stripped of everything & exposing all of your flaws.
Ironically, I find myself trying to impress you all the time.
I am a bit dissapointed in myself for not allowing you the same privledge of knowimg me under my skin.
Now I guess I can see that we are on two different cliffs, looking at two different oceans,
but wanting the same thing.
Sometimes I watch you try & impress others as I do you & your insecurities are very bare & apparent to an outsider like myself and I wonder...Is this the way I look to you? So transparent & obvious.
Our oceans may have different names, but they most certainly have the same waves.
When is it time to stop looking?
When your stomach starts to growl & you become hungry for more than just looking.
When this fish-less ocean gives me no food, ill have to find another to look at.
One that will actually let me swim & pillage for my needs.
People say we want what we can't have.
Not me..Ii like the attainable
I like feeling like I have accomplished something & I like feeling wanted.
people also say that Love is a challenge
This I believe to be true, although in some cases it"s loving yourself that is the challenge.
Knowing the difference between admiration for someone and actually loving someone...that is the challenge.
Time after time I find myself thinking more about you than I am thinking about myself.
Wondering if you are really happy or just pretending.
wanting to know what you are truely yearning for.
I have great confidence that I could comfort you with my love & support.
but thoes things mean nothing if your heart is set on someone else.
So when that fades, Ill be here waiting for your eyes to open.
really see me
really see my ocean....
Waves & flaws & bounty.
My Nights
I am the one who's been asking you
& it hurts to ask you.
But maybe you don't know what the nights are like for people who can't sleep.
Thats when I want you...
Thats when I need you like food or air or blood.
I watch your lips moving,
Shaping sounds that die away.
& lovers become poets for one brief hour.
Kissing an expressionless face into a smile.
Thoes who create are like you
& the overflow of things pour into you when things & thoughts can no longer contain it.
& when you consume my brain with fire, Ill feel you burn in every drop of my blood.
I love the dark hours of my being
My mind deepens into them.
If this is arrogant forgive me, but this is what I have to say,
May what you do flow from you like a river
No forcing & no holding back
The way it is with children.
I want to mirror your intensity
I want to unfold
Let no place inside me hold itself closed
For when I am closed,
I am false.
You see I want alot,
Maybe I want it all.
So many do not seem to care, casual, easy, they move in the world as though untouched.
But you take pleasures in the faces of thoes who thrist.
You cherish thoes who grip you for survival.
Yet sometimes in dreams I take your whole expanse
from it's deepest beginnings
Up to my footsteps' glittery ridge.
Because you once dared me to want you
Even when I don't...it ripens
You are afterall the partner to my loneliness
The unspeaking center of my monuloges
& with each disclosure you encompass more & stretch beyond what limits me to hold you.
But I can choose to feel you
my hands wouldn't clutch at you like this so needy & tight
Instead I would paint you.
Not on the wall but in one broad sweep across the sky.
& I would paint you brashly like fire or wind
& I would find you in all things I care for.
& it hurts to ask you.
But maybe you don't know what the nights are like for people who can't sleep.
Thats when I want you...
Thats when I need you like food or air or blood.
I watch your lips moving,
Shaping sounds that die away.
& lovers become poets for one brief hour.
Kissing an expressionless face into a smile.
Thoes who create are like you
& the overflow of things pour into you when things & thoughts can no longer contain it.
& when you consume my brain with fire, Ill feel you burn in every drop of my blood.
I love the dark hours of my being
My mind deepens into them.
If this is arrogant forgive me, but this is what I have to say,
May what you do flow from you like a river
No forcing & no holding back
The way it is with children.
I want to mirror your intensity
I want to unfold
Let no place inside me hold itself closed
For when I am closed,
I am false.
You see I want alot,
Maybe I want it all.
So many do not seem to care, casual, easy, they move in the world as though untouched.
But you take pleasures in the faces of thoes who thrist.
You cherish thoes who grip you for survival.
Yet sometimes in dreams I take your whole expanse
from it's deepest beginnings
Up to my footsteps' glittery ridge.
Because you once dared me to want you
Even when I don't...it ripens
You are afterall the partner to my loneliness
The unspeaking center of my monuloges
& with each disclosure you encompass more & stretch beyond what limits me to hold you.
But I can choose to feel you
my hands wouldn't clutch at you like this so needy & tight
Instead I would paint you.
Not on the wall but in one broad sweep across the sky.
& I would paint you brashly like fire or wind
& I would find you in all things I care for.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)