Narcissistic

I'm a selfish fucking lover

       letting Cupid rapidly sting me with no specific alerts of the fourteenth of the second month with the second bluff I called you out avoiding me until our second touch; a hug embracing your insecurities and sheltering your parities I selfishly dedicated myself to your gratification while the others bluffed their fabrications I remained patient for you to allow me to cash in on the reservations set in place for celebrations. 

It's been valentines day ever since I lost my guard rails and stood alert and inserted the promise of our potential beyond every fucking love scene I've scripted our chemistry still injected with the power of us sometimes so good to be true we question are we chemically inflicted with pleasures defection

I'm a selfish fucking lover 

            meticulously evoking your yearn... 

Satisfaction kept in no barriers I selfishly carry out every love scene imprinted in my day dreams this time with you sucking every tumultuous work day blues out of me... My love raining against your incogitable facial expressions

Paints scene:

You're walking in the room, my eyes adjacent to every hip stride from wide thick luscious thighs tattoos positioned 4-D double D's perked and attentive. Undressing you was simple and slow impeding only from time constraints I leave the constraints for our post dinner vibes. Thoughts left pearls erect and goosebumps inflated Hershey chocolate skin ready for passionate lip locking and love making from this selfish zodiacs dream... Paining your wrists to an embrace pinned against kitchen walls the cabinets quaked contiguous to your subdued fulmination

I'm a selfish fucking lover

            I will eye my eye candy with every sweet tooth ready to annihilate only she. 

I see the poison in surrounding beauties and the grass always seems green until that first footstep turns it's folioles brown a selfish fucking lover with eyes set on my sugar daddy caramel queen... deep chocolate if I may... love cream shuddered from walls to the the pace of combusting tongue thrusts I devour my eye candy selfishly hungry every single time... each drop savored indulging into the box of chocolates mystery between her thighs

Every speechless event sexy sweat between bossoms ceased from their imprisonment in the warmest inviting mouth... everyday rose petals decorated flooring spilled from disgruntled fabrics and withered melted candle sticks using every thigh quest dive to force your thrusts onto my face deeper ---- chins soaked you'll suckle your own remnants savoring the sweetness of the purest erotica... 

I'm a selfish fucking lover 

            only boldly dodging behind closed doors and slightly ajar curtains to lesbian finger fuck my love into pleasure maelstroms of her satisfaction breaking the dams of my mouth to hold the pressure I let her give way on my face every time she cums

*(baby feed me your juices)*

I'm a selfish fucking lover!

The broken

No one wants the broken.... Until we have grown beyond any situation and circumstance. Looking back during our prideful glides with humble spirits neither condemning the disbelief in your stare nor throwing the karma of victory in your face. 

No one wants the broken while our tears water our cement hearts into the green of earth understanding how to love again beyond the facetious situations you presumed the better but wrongful fit for you.  

No one wants the broken forgetting every tumble they themselves suffered hands unable to break the fall of faces crashing into pavements the disappointments of the "I guess nots" ravaging their peace. The retired broken dare not hold a hand out to the freshmen at broken university no courses held to heal.... Ahh but the new broken found techniques for healing beginning with a mirror called acceptance and dillgence powered with discipline. The newly broken was at no standstill. 

No one wants the broken with the beauty tarnished. No fix me ups welcomed in the land of faultlessness... There were too many blemishes to see through. Broken hearts can surely love you into loving yourself but this broken kept a steady stride along. 

In a land of double taps and retweets and s4s the broken became the ideology. Fixed up. Blemish free. Flaws in tact to perfection. Without boast the broken viewed their timeline of peeping Toms unrevengeful, but without mercy to celebrate the quandary astonished at her inveterate renewal. 

"Never confuse those who are always around you with those who are always there for you"