Monday, May 27, 2013

A mind is a terrible thing to waste. A heart is a terrible thing to injure.


She: I'm not happy

You: why not? Tell me what's wrong

She: I've been telling you and showing you 

You: tell me again

She: *2nd foot out the door* 

She's gone

Monday, May 6, 2013

Deep

Educated to the brim of her lipstick I moved to the song in her swaying hips... a different type of appeal. Dirty Diana couldn't dispense this amount of innocent raunchy invocation

*prepares text*
writing: "Each day my selfish nature dissipates; growing deeper in care--- call it 'in love' if you please---only to be defined between our lips"

I remember that dagger numbing nulling never fading agony you experienced... ... I mentally took it upon myself to alleviate you

My thinking bubble popped right outside the dimensions of my membrane. Exiting thoughts of being your acetaminophen. With all adrenaline I set out to free you of any pain

However, bubbles are meant to be popped; recalling the fun before my bubble popped and single again out of my hands... submitted to lose all control; losing the straight jacket to my fears and emotions; I was single again until in your hands

in deep -->..............me.......you................<-- in deep
DE....me.....you....EP <-- in deep

A black corpse with nothing left to give.. the life of others fulfilling this "gay" woman's skeleton
My avarice for this queen left me pleading for her inordinate riches uncomprehending by the lacking competition
This corpse zombied right back into vitality

Story Time: once upon a time I lived behind a shield; Goliath left his giant shield here learning even a mere pebble and slingshot could wipe him out with the right aim; aimed at me I had fallen with no shield--- even the foreign forest heard the tumble of my fall. I fell between knees looking up into the luminous body---I gave in at the crumbled stance of humble emotions... I gave in at your knees

(Taking my brave indian out of the cupboard. Entranced newly in having relations without the relationship but this relationship is worth the relations)

continuing my story: my skin follicles under her finger tips; a true connection. These particles of lust... I've made love outside of my dreams deeply in a trance.... scents of French bakery coming home scents emitting from your passion spot. Passion spots tickled and filled nostrils--- no air in this deep sea.. *up for air* staring into your dilated pupils and pleased eyes --- my skin follicles under her fingers tips (she dug so DEEP). 

voyaging sharing bondage tools.
octaves of the pleased ringing out
gently dismissing the notion of a lack of performing
performing in love relations -----> I fell in deep!!

Spooning our every daisy lilac orchid blue dream land moments together
I borrowed the seconds of permanence
Fixed 0% interest rates
A love loan with an immeasurable & inestimable rate of scheduled return

Scheduled return to love
Cupid had stung me so deep.

All card's exposed to the table

I'M
IN
DEEP!