Defeat

Life doesn't throw curve balls as much as we forget that it's our job to stay focused on that mound. Who calls the next toss... It doesn't matter when you prep yourself to move forward even if you strike out. There's 9 innings of baseball but there are 24 hours in each day to perfect your craft; to move into position to claim the victory... It's been a while since I wrote anything. The religion in me says pray to clear your mind. The poet in me says write but don't write benign. You're allowed to flagrant foul your audience time to time. After all they chose to pay attention and tune into your show. The Leo in me says roar, but only to your advantage. Defeat is a nasty ass virus to deal with because like the common cold you're inclined to be bitten by the bug again. Remedying the cold is the philosophy of remedying these defeats. All temporary and an opportunity to rebuild your immune system. Life isn't much without celebration. Just have to choose to live ... Remembering all time is precious and none should be wasted waiting for the past to make sense in the present as the present tacts itself onto the past... The run on sentence now expiring all potential arithmetic solutions. This all makes sense to me. Goodbye

Sometimes as a defense mechanism we choose to be naive to defeat; Afraid to accept...Inflating deception in the form of protection!

Long enough

Sharpening my pencil points reintroducing number 2 stencils filling in all your blanks blanking angrily with sexual hungers long missed and hunted by intensely horny untouched private parts privately parting your lips with a tongue of convulsive bombs ----> the bomb ass head. Beheading doubt with flexible suctions they'll auction porno tapes for history made monetary partions

I wanna kiss you. Everywhere. Your ear lobe. Your cheek bone. Your lips. Your forehead. Your tongue. Your finger tips. Pull your hair back while I let you meet my lips

sweetly licking the heat between those thighs

I have kept you waiting long enough

Let's sip together 

Your lip in my mouth

Each juice droplet cherished bud by bud

Strawberry tongue twists creating a setting above scandal climaxes

Chocolate silhouettes keep me stingy with my equal

My possessive nature is asleep until I posses your cherry... we'll rename your clitoris a million times

I am the sexual deviant you couldn't find a multiplier for 

Plump plum chunks bunked on the bed of my tongue

I'm a sucker for thighs and beauty.... irrevocably chasing

I've kept you waiting way too long... 

Dinner is about ready

skipping the kale and stuffed chicken breast I'll annunciate how i've peeped your work outs coming to life

Annunciating the acronym of appreciation

Damn baby leg day is certain to keep you stabilized at my lips; straddling faces of adoration and reverence

I'll dance, graze, grope, and stroke every newly toned curve and muscle

The neighbors a witness to the secret of your sleep filled nights 

Volunteering to be the intern working to keep your heart eased and body pleased

I'll accept long term positions bridging us as the gap closes

You waited long enough for this full time position post seduction 

I surrender my severance and bonus 

Hidden

Women like her don't complain when it storms. She's convinced they can't hear her screams... the wind chill below freezing down here in the depths of her pillow cried tears she shudders in the corner of her peace afraid the darkness will cause her to succomb to her mental chambers 

Women like her don't complain when it storms

Her blanket snug to shelter her from tornados of discomfort... holding onto the facade strictly poised before the strangers face; the stranger of love--- now approaching anniversaries still estranged grimacing at unbelievable defintions of love--- she sought the shelter of her blanket to shelter her from admitting she had never fallen in love

Women like her don't complain when it storms 

The storms of "are we meant to be"... lips meeting those of a lover for what seems routine

The inconsistenties of the storms patterns hadn't met the actions the meteorolgists predicted... she shivered conflicted with haunting memories of petty battles tired of fencing herself in from the stormings winds and rains 

Women like her don't complain when it storms

They relinquish all rights of freedom of speech, dancing off rhythm along the membranes of love flow, they remain facetious to the passers by, telescopes unable to see her stars, identity stolen, prepared with rebuttals for every reason to love, stolen away inside locked gates of lonely affirmations, unable to sink to her knees to let out screams, pyramids of complex desires to love but be left alone--- 

Women like her stay hidden