Today’s the day! It’s the day I put away my womanizing ways and face my fear. She’s been waiting, anticipating, and she deserves all of me. We’ve had an interesting past, especially these last few years. It was my silly idea for us to mature separately, though the long distance was enough…
She’s crafted by God himself.
She carries the determination of a million men marching.
The courage of the three hundred men fighting.
The loyalty of two star crossed lovers.
She can stand in a room full of people
And still be the only one that is noticed.
She has the heart of fallen angel.
I don’t want a symphony rising and falling
soft lulls and quiet hums
with ribcaged wind instruments,
connective tissues spindled out to the ends
like tendrils grasping to the edge
of their last breaths
hoping there’s enough oxygen to
Like the sound of lovers sleeping
It’s 6pm and I have nothing to do. Television is all the same and my mind is too hyper for my body to be still. My mind is racing as if it resides in Daytona. I need to clear my mental. I decide on jogging to the park. Its a beautiful sunny day and I figure a good workout should do the trick.
I don’t mean to offend or to come off as a bitter bitch, but bare with me…
I will slip up.
I will randomly get pissed at you, but I promise not to mention it.
It’ll be my little secret as I reminisce.
I will say something smart.
I might make a joke or two but that’s to ease the pain…
And like the leaves
I’m tumbling on this downward spiral to your land of serenity.
The cool and crisp breeze
of your intelligent flow,
I’m catching every wave of wind
and I can’t stop it.
It’s refreshing to know that in this world, there’s someone reading the…
She who never was satisfied…
Lost of innocence during a game of child play.
Heartbreak lusted for a void filler.
Whoever seemed interesting at the time sufficed.
Piece by piece the cherry tore.
Temporary love in the form of physical.
The need for something promised intensified promiscuity.
Who am I
But the first you gave your heart to
The one you marked when I was an infant
The one that looked into your eyes and said your name first
Who am I
But the one who never got a chance to ask you for help on my homework
The one who would wait up late at night just to make sure I heard…
Roses are red
Violets are blue
As we peak into the dark,
Can you taste the fruit?
The forbidden as it seems.
Two that shall not be
Yet not only in my dreams
Do we make love
Let me correct myself.
As in the licks you send up my thigh to my lips
The orgasmic heights you…
It’s like when you discover the correlation between taste and smell for the first time.
Stay with me now…
Sure the two can manage alone but together the total package makes up the ultimate function.
Like a unit.
The breath of fresh air.
The expression “you give me life”.
Yesterday I received a letter from my first love.
His ass wrote one sentence,
“Dreams are hopeless aspirations in hopes of coming true.”
And I’m like “what?!”
My first love and I have been connected for some time now.
I remember the day I fell in love with him.
It was during…