Post born day confession

The post production of my born date has me feeling lonelier than ever! Tonight I craved all the right things in all the wrong ppl. How can solitude be so comfortable for people? I have tasted the bitterness of emptiness and the taste is not one to leave easily. I continue to find myself craving better flavors. I hunger for the fruits of passion and companionship! I'm starved of meaningless discussions and brief tryst. Those of lovers and friends combined in one. My sentiments of chivalry rot in this injustice that is carried out by the very ones that praise my notions! It hurts, it burns like acid. I feel it coursing through my arteries. It contaminates my heart and continues to corrode it. Wearing it down to the point of helplessness. I'm easily revived by a kiss from her soft lips. All the evils and iniquity fades away into it's rightful place! It's safe to say that I miss her kisses...

Intimacy

Allow me to enter your thoughts and fantasies! Let me bring along with me the treasures of passion! Kissing your lips and guarding your souls with mines! Allow my hands to roam the surfaces of your body and arose those intimate locations in which you hold so dear! Invite me into your sheets and let me enter you cherished palace! Look into my eyes as we become one intertwined souls and bundle of pleasure. Let's lose ourselves in this abyss of intercourse and passion! A place where a touch of our lips is a sanctuary in it's own! Where I can seek refuge in your essence and you in mine! No judgement, no worries of our pasts. Just us in a dark place holding each other, caressing each other. Your breath is mine and mines is yours! 

I'm Good at What I Do. 4/2008

If you didn't know me what would you think of this life I live? If you never saw how I was what would you say about the way that I can love? I continue to lose my way in this small world that seems to drown me in a spacious cubical. I'm trap by my own will. It's easy to give up loving someone, especially when they show no signs of giving you that feeling in return. They try to explain that it's all part of our infrastructure this feeling of failure. How can you fail a feeling something as real as the air that we breathe that can only be seen in the cold exits of our lungs.This is far from a game, this is life. I'm intoxicated with that sense of bullshit! Things have changed in this era of social decline for the romantic and honest. It seems to be getting worst , for those that only want good. The shadow that the mean, self-absorbed, and clueless motherfuckers cast clouds the very emotions of the ones that deserve only the best. The rest of us are left with the damaged hearts, and minds. I'm tired of  fixing other peoples mess and getting a pat on the back or a fucking thank you! I've done enough fixing to be selfish and say fix me. I'm not sorry for knowing what's right, for knowing how to treat a woman, how to make them smile. That's just who I am. 

 How hard is it to tell your girl that she looks beautiful, why does that take so much effort for you? What's the complex equation that holds you from paying attention to the little things that your girl does or like? Then you call her a hoe or bitch cause I'm the one who knows what color tooth-brush she likes, or know the name of the gel she puts in her hair. Don't worry playa she won't run out of hair gel, I'm consistent with mine, I have a fresh supply in my bathroom, i have enough of her favorite candy on the nightstand next to my bed. When you see her staring at something seemliness while you are talking, I can guarantee you that it's not that she ignoring you on purpose it's just that I'm that good. ha i know it has you mad. I'm so good she tells me that she doesn't deserve me. Homie tighten up, before she leaves you. Just make the effort of listening. Take your girl out to a nice dinner, get her some flowers, It's not my responsibility to tell you this, but obviously I guess because you wasn't up on your game to already know, but you already know that I know.Lmfao All I'm saying is that you should treat you lady like a lady. Show interest, be truthful, have great convo., and learn to compromise, things like time with the fellas and time with her. That's a big one. I got faith in you little whippa-snappa. As for me I'm going to wait for that girl to see the potential that has been in front of her since years back. lol i guess that's all that's left to say...

New York City. 8/25/08

 

I must say that not once did I foresee What was experience tonight. I have to say that in the last 2 years in Florida I was in a deep slumber. I dreamt of my city. The city and all it's beauty and imperfections. I felt as if I was missing out on all the things that were going on. This place has it's demons that lurk in buildings.The stale smell of Mary Jane that lingers in the heart of the pavement. The anti-social socialites that seem to have everything in their little world. I've lived these dreams, and soaked my animosity to the crisp air of steel and concrete. The city of hustlers, they say, the place where the real goons abuse the ones they do not understand. The place where the street is the law and justice is served accordingly. The place where I bought the soul of the Devil just so these scriptures were to be hand delivered to the empty minds of the people that refuse to see improvement. To the ignorant. To the shallow. 

 This place where your identification is the type of threads in your sweater, or your waist size. My comfort is put on hold to fit the description of the person i am not. This is my city, the homeless finding cozy spots in corners where they hide and escape to their labyrinths of thoughts. Is this oxygen real? Are you real? Are you real out there, living among the zombies that invades our hearts with nonsense of their reality. I will not argue with you because when arguing with a fool from a distance one can never tell who is who. So i will dismantle this keyboard and create my own language where only my fellow people from mars can really grasp my deep slumber and help me rise to the reality that will set me free.

Short Story

It's another Thursday afternoon, and mike is on his way to work as usual. The train is some what crowded but enough for almost everyone to have a seat. The train just left 42nd street and is now heading to 34 street. As the train starts to slowly decrease Its speed, mike takes a slow but through look at his car, and notices a few attractive women nothing worth taking a second look at. The train comes to a complete stop, and he is waiting for the mob to wheel themselves in hoping that he doesn't get crowded and at that instant he sees her. Normally his mind would race with thoughts of sexual adventures, but not this time! He could not pass the thought that her beauty gave him. The way her hair rested above her eyebrows, and the soft golden  
shimmer the light gave her hair as she glided across and infront of him! She was about 5 foot 4 inches, she must of been 130, but held her weight very well. He found himself stuck on stupid. She sat directly In front of him at the back three seats on the a train! Mike found himself making everyone one in the train disappear and just focus on  this beautiful person that just lit up the cart! Trying to be subtle he analyzed her clothes and followed by her accessories. He caught himself being impressed that so much was packed in such a small  
package! Mike felt as if she was someone he could never approach, well  
not in the train at least. He tried not to make it obvious that he enjoyed her presence infront of him so much. He more than occasionally look her way and manage to get a ploite smile, with a touch of annoyance his way! He felt it but could not stop admiring her. The  
train is now on 14 street and is being held up by some delay. Mike is debating with himself on wether or not he should make a move and just try to establish some kind of conversation. As he sits there thinking he says to himself "this is way out of my league!" he is giving up on  
himself more as the seconds go by, but as he is at his most doubtful moment he hears this small voice in his head telling him that he has nothing to lose. So as he preps to get up he notices that another guy was going in to do the same thing that he was! Mike just adjusted himself in his seat so that no one would notice or think that he was about to get up. He trys to focus on thier conversation that they are trying to have. It's was unclear what they were talking about because the conductor was talking over the loud speaker telling the passengers that they will start moving shortly. So the train is on the move and they are chatting , but in short spurts. The train gets to west 4 street and as the train stops I look over to see that she has an expression on her face that doesn't seem to be pleasant. What ever he said last was what ruined his chances, and with that she asked him to just leave her alone. He complied and left talking under his breathe calling her all types of names. Mike knows he has to get off at the next stop. So he pondered on wether he should go and talk to her. He said to himself that he was not going to talk to her, there was no time. So he got up as the train skipped Spring st. he fished out one of his business cards that already had his info. So he turned slowly and made sure he locked eyes with his gorgeous target and committed. He approached her and said "I would like to get to know you better, but not in the train and not after the last guy. call if you are up for it, enjoy the rest of your afternoon" and just as the doors opened he walked away and got of the  train with the biggest smirk on his face, because he saw the look of amazement on her face as he turned away.

To be continued... 

What I Want!

I'm tired of being classified and inserted in a category with other guys! I stand alone in my views and my actions! I'm not going to sit here a say I'm not like every other guy, that's just being that guy, no instead I'm going to say that I am my own person. Unique in my own way and capable of being true to myself and my values! I understand the worth of being with a good woman. I can identify with those that seek happiness without compromising themselves! Some where along the line it has been forged that to be with a woman is something that we should be grateful for, well idk what to tell you but I feel that the next woman I decide to be with should feel honored to be with me. Just as I should feel towards her. We both should revel in the fact that we choose each other. No one should be praised more than the other. I want to grow with my woman, I want to learn and teach with her. I want to have conversations about nothing over breakfast with our morning attire! Her hair all over the place and my beard grown. Her in my t-shirt and me in boxers. I want to take her on stay-cations where we rent a hotel room for a few days in the city and act like tourist! I want her to know what makes me insecure and knows how to make me face my fears. I want to look into her eyes and tell her that she is beautiful with an unflinching resolve! I want ppl to drown in our happiness because it's us against the world. A woman that knows that she has a man that believes in her and that knows I will always tell her the truth because a relationship without honesty and trust is useless. I expect a woman that appreciates all of my great qualities, and my natural flaws, because she knows I will do the same...

Decrypted Love Affair

          

We go through life experiencing things that mold our way of thinking, living and loving! Although most of us wish for a transparency, a black or white situation when it comes to love, we adapt to the craziness that follows the ride that we call love! Strong emotions that can easily be described as a double edge sword! In the right circumstances it can be a beautiful instrument in life, but on the other side it can cut and easily consume you into a dark place! Some of us reading may have been in that place already, others may have not yet gone down that road. Ultimately we have to embrace the bitter pain that comes with certain joyous invitations! The risk is always there and nothing is guaranteed but death and taxes lol! 

I feel that in just the attempt to try to understand someone and share something is the core, the essence of intimacy! That is the gateway to the lips and soft places of her body! The correlation between body and soul is that of adventure and discovery! Take the daring trip to expose new and interesting things about each other, wether that be a confession about their problematic upbringing to an unfulfilled fantasy! Let it all come out, and witness yourself just as vulnerable as your significant other! Then you will find what a Decrypted Love Affair truly is...

A Letter to Her

So here I am. Laying in bed. Longing for your presence. Wanting to feel your hair on my face as we lay asleep together. Wanting you to leave the sweet fragrance of plums on my pillows. I ache to caress your delicate skin as you sleep. I can't escape this languished feeling for the soft kisses to your neck as you momentarily wake to turn over. 

I cradle these thoughts and bring to them memories of an escaped past that visits it's tortured master as he lays sleepless in the very bed that exiles him for lack of your body. 

Titles mean nothing to me. I've come to realize that actions are more supportive. Perhaps I have not fully expressed the actions that I put out in forms of words. Just a small reminder that I'm human. I suppose this facade of the perfect me has caught up to the supply tank of air. I feel as though an attack is imminent to my character and ideals. Two things that seem to leave me probing for oxygen. One disappointment is as good as ten. My one opportunity to ultimately surprise you has came and departed. The one objective that I wanted so badly is now a breathe in the wind. Although an apologetic lyric would normally suffice, I feel that something more should accompany such linguistic communication. An apology just seems incomplete. Something so minute has thrown a driven soul into a state of disarray. Yet your smile puts my soul at ease. Your embrace banishes my scattered negativity. I find myself discovering how amazing you are all over again.

A Forced Lesson

My sense of direction has seemed to get lost. The simple direction of forward has thrown me for a loop. On any other day of occasion I foot infront of the other would of sufficed as a solid definition. Of course metaphorically it gets unnecessarily complicated, and with no one to blame but me. I have complicated this simple notion of life to this drastic event. Something that continues to disorientate my ability to get past a particular part in life. I suppose sprinting from the problem has allowed it to fester and manifest itself into a greater dilemma. That first step shard, but proving that you have the courage to take the second step is where I feel the true struggle lies! With the first step one foot still remains behind. Although you have giving yourself the opportunity to move forward the choice to leave things the same is still there, with your other foot. Now that second step... Well it means you have walked completely in the door and the chance to go back has slimmed tremendously! It's that second steps that frights me, like a virgin when they are about to do it for the first time. Easy to say to grow up, but the doing is the challenge! We encounter those experiences that finally alter our sense of thinking. That moment when you consider yourself an adult.

Malevolent vs Blight

I find myself drawing a blank on what to write. Torn between sadness and anger. I do not know how to express the in-between. I think of some people in my life, and the things they do for me. Things that I would do for them in a heartbeat. Not because they do it for me now, but because that's how I am. 

Where am I? What am I doing here? Why haven't I left this treacherous place? When am I going to change this misery? Who is this person that has brought me to this level of failure? How could I have let myself sabotage my life so fiercely? This is not the future I envisioned not to long ago. Yet those days seem millenniums away. Has my slumber in failure been dragged about for such a prolonged time? This wasteful form of release has me feeling disgusted and tortured. Tortured by the very words that I spew on this electronic device! Why can't this phone take my emotions and splatter it on the page. The summation of letters that equal the words that sum up to the sentences and phrases do not seem to suffice for an outlet! This load is to heavy to just drop off somewhere, it's volatile nature is to dangerous to leave around bystanders. Especially those who claim to be innocent. As if such things exist in this world. Even now the innocence of children are rarely seem within them anymore! 

I know that a kiss from the lips of the nameless can subside this grave emotional imbalance! The truth is that the kiss is far from the lips that it languishes for! Another day for another chance to break free of these restraints that keep me from the mist of the bliss that your loved fill caresses bring to the flow of my soul! I will save myself. In this world that's who you should count on, am I right? Being dependent on things like love, friends, and family is no longer an option. It's oneself that on must fall back on! They won't wake up and live my life for me! So why should they hold my future in their hands? Although life is full of unexpected events, I suppose love can be put in the back burner till I can afford to make time and space for it! So for the love that will keep my heart warm please understand that I may not see you, but my soul will spot you and hopefully my mind will be able to communicate well with my soul. My heart will surely be in tuned with you (my soul), being that it has such an obsession with you (my soul). My brain seems to want to be in a different page than you (my soul). 

That's it, the torn feeling has left me and I no longer have the need to continue this shuffle of miscommunicated emotions and thoughts...

Rambling Nights #2

Decorate my soul with a collage of your embraces and kisses. Build me with our witty conversations and intellectual showdowns. Bath me with the romance that we share with a simple glance. That connection that humbles the hearts of villains and lost characters in the play of life! A non fictional piece of theater with the largest stage, and curtain call is what's feared the most in life, mainly because it's the only guarantee there is. 

Deliver that bliss that you give me with a single encounter with the tips of your fingers. Run them across my scalp as I show  signs of surrender.  Now slide your hand down to the right side of my face, slowly caress from my temple to my cheeks as you invade my lips like a wave of the beach on a summer sunset. One lip on top of the other. Moistness now conquering the dryness that once guarded my lips. As you tardily pull away your other hand appears on the left side of my face. Now that you are pulled back completely looking at you conquest, the smile that shines on your face admiring the your battlefield, then you peer into my eyes and become a captive to my translucent aura that seems to draw you into the battlefield once again.  Daydreams of a soft breeze and lowcut grass appears as a background of a compassionate sense of indulgence as we are now both confined in our moment of staring at the inner essence in which we both have longed so long for

What Once Was

The embrace you once gave me has seem to have loss it's deepened emotional sensation. Perhaps u view me differently than before. Maybe I have stopped thinking of you in the ways I once marveled you in. Maybe the truth is that the hope that once filled my soul with content thoughts have vanished with the time and reality. I wanted to hold on to those feelings. I fought with myself countless battles that has never resulted in a win. I did not just lose the war but I also lost a piece of myself in the process. A piece that has me in a sour place. The facts are the wat I have to accept, and I try so hard to, but all I can fantasize about is you holding me with the feelings I wanted you to have. The wishful thinking that maybe one day you will come to terms with how amazing I am. Just like the daytime it came and it went. Recycling the emotions and the hopes of a tainted heart. Tainted by my own poison. It ran freely through my veins and supplied my heart with images that will never come true. I have failed to show you the greatness within myself. I was incapable to express the right things to help you visualize the wonders i have with your feelings and attraction. Instead I showed you that I'm not that great and that just like the next guy I have disappointed you...

Desired Truths

We  masquerade in trickery to help heal the wounds of our past. Not letting the joys of today and possibilities of tomorrow do their jobs. It's a constant search for the quick fix, or the prolonged inevitable. Seek truth in an unsanctioned location, filled with false claims of happiness. Those who entrust you with remnants of past experience are to be kept at bay. They trust the lions that linger in the den of death. Their meals are the carved up hearts torn from the sleeves of the naive. It's moments like those that make our thoughts enemies with our emotions. It's what fuels the war between our minds and hearts! While you heart is willing to throw itself into the fire like the moth, it's our thoughts that dig in to the library of experience and tries to save our hearts. Even at war one is concerned for the others well being. 

Perhaps the bitterness does offer a sense of security. A wall that we build to shield our robust hearts. 

I miss...

I miss...

The smoothness of her legs in the morning. The peck on my lips before she leaves. The way her sweaters adapts to her shape when she finishes putting it on. The way she plays off the fact that she kinda has to force her jeans to button up. The way she puts her hair in a bun when she's about to throw down in the kitchen. I miss the watching her clean in her shorts, dancing to her own humming. The way her lips makes any lipstick look great. The smile on her face whenever I walk into the same room as her. The way she hogs all the covers on a cold night. The way she would bite her bottom lip right before each of our kisses. To feel her hand on mine or on my lap while I drive. When she's drunk and tells me how important I am to her and how lucky she is to have me. The way she snuggled up next to me in the train. The way she blushes when I tell her how beautiful she is. The softness of her hair.  The sexy way she puts on her chapstick. How cute you look in your sweats and wife-beater. The sent she leaves on my pillow and sheets. The way she pouts when she is upset. When she always knows how to make me smile. When she knows exactly what to get me for Christmas or my birthday. The way she caresses my head after a fresh new haircut. When she flinches when I kiss her neck. How she kisses me whenever I pay her a compliment.  Oh how I miss putting her hair over her ear right before we kiss. The way she would order exactly wat I wanted at the bar. The way I would glide my fingers down her back softly. 

Me Exposed

This absent connection, strives for a completion! I only accept the truths that my eyes bestow upon my torn soul. I'm not conscious of the monsters that slave my heart and make mincemeat of my brain! Sexual activities manipulates my obsession for emotional connections. It's all a illusion to keep me moving forward! To continue the day. The look of dissatisfaction in the faces of strangers only fuels my curiosity! It lends me to composite sketch of their lives. I just feel empty and alone. All the fancy arrangement of words would not suffice in the simple explanation. I'm lonely... That's what it comes down to. I've been alone for 7 years! Last time I had a girlfriend! 

Untitled #2

I feel like captivating the essence of that object that hinders our ability to make sensible choices! I want to mold it and explore all the wrong doings in moments that will for sure leave me broken! The repetitive conclusion of my thoughts have me scared to take that step forward! I feel inexperienced. Like an adolescent trying it for the first time, minus that carefree attitude that no longer resides in my conscious! There's consideration for others now! The worry of not just your heart but that of the other participant is now in the blender! We want to push mix and not the crush button! An even and compromised drink is what we are in search for! It's when it comes out lumpy with shards of ice that your beverage comes out unsatisfactory! 

Perhaps the greatness that others see in me is the greatness I need to explore among myself! It's difficult to view such greatness , when all u see is fear! Fear of the possibility of it failing. Not only failing but being the reason or cause of the failure! I'm constructed of many invaluable traits but like everyone else there are a counter balance to such a great personality! Finding someone to be able to embrace those short-comings is... Well I guess it's something that people wait a lifetime for! 

I'm famished with thoughts of inadequacy! Love me for who I am so that I may love myself more! It's wrong but thats the way it is! Masochistically living the lies of my peers! Living vicariously through there actions and lives. To go back to nothingness and empty sheets! Sacred kisses that take me away to my sanctuary of delusive moments in a time that ran parallel with reality! Ego boosters that dwell in my well being constantly seem to get their way with my thoughts and suddenly take control of my brain and maneuver it to a location of total simulation! I see myself looking from the outside and feel disgusted with such an outcome! Easily manipulated to believe in oneself! I'm empty full of hollow hopes that creeps in my dreams and proceeds to procreate my fantasies! 

This negativity swallows me whole and oozes through the very pours that seem to want nothing more than to rise above it all! My cerebral anomaly only confesses its secrecy to these pages! My indulgence that saves the little sanity that I think remains! The sanity reciprocated by the unstable functions of this heart that beats inside my chest! All in all falling in love is hard, and loving yourself shouldn't be, but contradictions are not uncommon in this world we live in so in the event my heart is captured by someone I should inform them that like a shooting star I am commonly rare.....

Truth

An absent mind striving for substance! An equality with reality and reason. Spread thin of its wits and patients, the helpless feeling is starting to take over. His personal labyrinth stowed away in his heart! These eccentric scriptures that combine bits of words, like air they give life to feelings unknown or misunderstood to those not familiar with them!  There are simpler words that can correlate the message I wish to convey, but simplicity has never been appreciated by the masses therefore I will not indulge your inability to comprehend these complex everyday words! therefore deduce what you will in your own methods and let your thoughts guide your feeling and you will see that what I write are the words that have been in your mind all along, dormant and waiting for the right formulation of letters to combine. The key that will let you leer into the soul of another only to see a reflection of your own heart, your own thoughts! Look into that place where good and evil share cocktails and trade stories of their conquests. Where love and hate meet at that fine line that keeps them apart, the place where the cowardice and the brave are not compared! In this space of paradoxes and foreign anomalies lays the reality of your essence! The purity of you! In there is where truth is conceived and sheltered. Truth, un prejudice and 100% real!  There is no substance more real more conflicted than that of truth! It can set us free while at the same time it can imprison us, physically, mentally, and spiritually! A tremendous source of power in the hands of everyone and loyal to no one. 

Missed Passions

I miss passion! Deep breathes that escape our lungs! Heavy breathes that show signs of comfort! I dream of it! Unable to let go of such memories. Memories of us, having our passion on display! I close my eyes and visualize our lips touching and the saliva from your tongue glaze my bottom lip! Such arousing thoughts throw me in a whirlwind of anxiety! There is only that feeling of your heat next to me! Scattered pasts in between our sheets, in between our space! Lust delivered with every caress! A connection that sanctions our every sexual encounter! The passion that is felt through conversations and glares! The passion that doesn't have a physical form just an intangible presence! 

Rambling Nights

Let me swim inside your soul and depicted little moments of sensual notions that invade stills in the essence of our time! Intoxicated thoughts of lust capture my heart and deliver various notes of inconstancy and fraudulent claims of love! No matter my thoughts enter your realm of inconspicuous remnants of our desire! I'll open this gateway of intimacy and exotic tryst that keeps our passion alive with a single heartbeat! Indict me for I'm always guilty of this feeling of insecure love for you! I want to bathe with you and hold all of you in my arms as I fantasize of you in strangers beds with me inclined to our own corruption. Kiss me with those tantalizing lips and provocative touches that seeps me on into a world of confusion! Your beauty is just a bonus to the personality wrapped around it! Your plumped soft lips, a view to kill for and a love to die for. You ride for me be cause you believe in my dreams the way you believe in our love! A love that only exist in my dreams and ambitions! Not all goals are achieved but I can only let you know where my feelings are! It broke me to know that you were not into me the way I was into you! I couldn't repair that wound. I still fantasize about that opportunity that I know is not there! Does that make me a pessimist? Unable to accept the truth that you are not interested In being with me! Such a great guy and yet so lonely! Alone in a labyrinth that all the walls show great qualities but empty directions!  I seem to be to be stuck with my demons and soft uttered perfections! Strangers that kiss my personality and send my physical essence home with a warm hug and a friendship. Am I that incompatible to those that crave happiness? I only dream of making her smile on her worst day and laugh on her best! To see her shine in the early morning as she kisses me. Joyous of the fact that I choose her to lay in my bed. A true sense of happiness that is not tainted with the negativity of  others. A real contentment! Something expressed on the days that Chris Cringle visits the homes of naive children and annual celebrations of my closeness to death! My soul feels empty with such hopes and aspirations for this foolish long term goal that seems to haunt my being. I just want to wake up to a woman that I love and adore to tell me that she is madly in love with me. My true self. The person that lays along beside her and divulges all his secrets and inner feelings. She's who I want! It seems that the alcohol is wearing off and that my free spirit has found its cell for the night. An appeal will have to wait till the next encounter with my inebriated self. Till then think of all that has been said and analyze it for truer feelings have not yet been discovered.... 

Untitled

I like to write! I like to write about my pains and my desires! I could write about happiness but I would much rather just live it! Writing puts me on this imaginary platform! I know I say I like to write so that I can share something with whoever reads it and possibly give them something, anything to add to their lives through my words, but that's only half true! Sometimes I just want some one to say "hey come here let me hold you" but that truly never happens! Disappointing and frustrating are the emotions to describe me everytime I reach out for that!

I Miss It

I find myself yearning and missing the soft intimate touches that once caressed my body with the passion of a thousand lovers! The absence of our lips slowly colliding with desires and notions of continuos shades of lust is by far what is lacking the most! Lets not forget the long momentary stares into each others eyes, almost daring each other to deny themselves of this engulfing sensuality... 

An Unobtainable Kiss

  I see through my eyes and visualize you in your most perfect moment! Your shiny and strong black hair, your seductive stare into the pits of my desires. Your soft rosy lips that accentuates your cheeks and chinky eyes! I wonder where one kiss from those lips would deliver me...?

Free write

At some point we need to house the responsibility of the feelings we project out onto others! Romanticizing the illusions of perfection only damages the reality of life! Knowing what we want is important but I feel knowing what we don't want has a better outcome. Neediness only bites us in the ass later, although attention is generally what is craved! It's one of those things only good in moderation! The indifferent nature of this emptiness has arose from within and has exposed me! I'm vulnerable in the plain site. Tender lips and soft fingertips define bliss to a soul like mine. This passion escapes my grasp and wanders off to strangers with opposed taste for my truth.