Posts Tagged ‘ friends with benefits ’
Should I
Kiss your ass
Some more?
Should I
Shovel my face
In shit?
Know that I love you
And am only
Making references,
To you
And yours alike
As a so called bad bitch,
So bad in fact
I laugh out loud
as I unwittingly tisk tisk,
coincidence is one thing
But Einstein confirmed
All has its relevance,
I hate everyone I love
And you my dear
Are no different…
kisses
news sure does
travel fast
especially when its juicy
even more when its something slightly tilted/exaggerated & bad,
“did you hear about what so and so did?”
“oh yeah, I heard she was mad”,
a lie is more appealing to the heart of the eye
so of course embellishment is going to enrich it just a tad,
like a snowball effect down a mountain
it gets even bigger every go around like a reoccurring fad,
so once the news hits them over the head
how can one keep self-contained and not get a little mad?
“word on the tweet is you had a crazy weekend”
subscribe to another micro blog if you can’t stand words that are scantily clad,
to all my exes still stuck on my sweetness
If you can take a Richard then you can take a joke, my dear quit being such a pessimistic fag
its cold
out side
I want to be
in the warm,
I want to be
of love
where our souls
can take form,
grab ahold
of each other
choke to death
and not let go,
a bad romance
in a trance
forever going with
the flow,
I want the fights
the tears
the make up
the “after” glow,
the not being able
to live
without the other
I want the whole show,
God has blessed me with choices
& The devil saw iT fit
to tempt me with
detours with quicker roads,
so I take
what I can get
because iN passion
iGo
iWant
more than that
iWant
authentic the really real,
iWant
to be able to show my colors
and let the other
know exactly how I feel,
I’m tired
of being in character
so that I don’t hurt my self
with things that I feel,
My passion
has driven me blind
where the “Go”
has no substance to its appeal,
no push to the kart
what is passion
if not the push
with the flamboyant zeal,
all my excitement
in the world
holds nothing
ideal,
to Love
because Love
is not of IT
its of the spirit its REAL,
everything else
is but the motions
and I’m learning
how to deal
I don’t
get it
I really don’t
understand,
how one
can make “love”
to someone who
doesn’t comprehend,
fates
twist and turns
calculations
supply and demand,
two different
walks of life
one glorious beast
with two backs,
it’s of lust
so inside
im aware
that its bad,
but this a
new demon
that I’ve never
ever battled with,
I’ve never been
so deep
so lost
so intimate,
the soul
off to the side
waiting for me
to take a stand,
to get up and leave
but this feeling
has control of me
it wrapped around the neck,
starting with kisses there
then down
to the
chest,
then the digging
of her claws
leaving scratches
on my back,
me lifting
tossing her
rag doll esq
she wants fight she gives a slap,
only enticing me
do go even deeper
to make her
lose wind/gasp,
she likes it
she loves it
im told not to stop
because she’s about to climax,
my god
my temptress
oh my
how opposites attract
Why waste
any time
call a circle a circle
and a free spirit a whore,
this going around
and round in circles
its tedious
and really such a bore,
we all want to get
to the fun part
why beat around the bush
with what seems like a chore,
that in which has been
set in the stone in the past
so lets chisel out the option
of an “or”,
cut straight
to the chase
the chase
brings nothing more,
then a couple
how do ya do’s
that mean nothing
to the score,
are you aiming
for longevity
or simply scratching the itch
of curiosity so that you can now explore,
the deeper findings
of a silver lining
no strings all benefits
how can you ignore,
the request
of such a blunt beauty
who promises
nothing more,
than a good time
pre or post corona & lime
full of enough motion
to keep one away from a snore,
if looks could kill
she’d fit the bill
she’s a man-eater
my cherie amour
sometimes
I feel like
I don’t know
my own strength,
its hard
to be humble
when your able
to skate,
right through
the doors
pasts the guards
at the gate,
more then
doubling your record time
is it my doing?
or is it fait?
ive loved
so very much
how can I
be deserving of the same,
I
only see my flaws
how can others
see my strength?
ive lost count
on how much
I have given
and how much ive dared to dream and take,
im not always
dealing with a full deck
so I eat
everything on the plate,
whether
mine or not
if it’s there
it must mean its the same,
I take
it all in
from the awesome times
to those of tearing pain,
collectively
they bicker back and fourth
at each other
filling up my brain,
with doubt
and with fear
that im going
against the grain,
leaving cuts
on my throat
on my cheek
from the very close shave,
sometimes
I press too hard
I go to far
am I retarded, am I insane?
apparently
I say hurtful things
when I’m simply
trying to explain,
my thoughts
on a subject
I thought couldn’t be
any more plain,
using
non linear parables
with outside subject matter
that may not normally pertain,
to whats going on but to me
it makes sense
to others
a migraine,
which makes me
wonder even more
why others
even put up with my campaign,
I have no money
all I have to give is love
so when I’m distant
its like I all the more short change,
so god bless
the women
that put up with
my minds frame,
further explaining
why after shedding the pounds
that I thought
kept said opposite sex away,
has done nothing
but make me seem
even more conceded
with the awesome craziness I believe I have and I crave,
for my signficant other
be patient
be strong
and grab your leash because I want/need to be tamed,
kryptonite
is to superman
what love is to man
already meek and lame
You love me when you want to
I love you when I can,
we both hold on to what God gave us as a hostage
until the others complies with the demands,
that the other wants
wanting can f*** us pretty bad,
games are ment for children
yet here you are planning it out in advance,
so much cat and mouse
the cheese no longer fuses the same trance,
that it once lit the fuse of
its grown as stale as an uninspired square dance,
all this dosey doe
wields no more sort of romance,
if that ever was there to begin with
I no longer want to go into the darkness and take a chance,
birthing what the physical
couldn’t possibly intellectually or spiritually advance,
your as stubborn as al Qaeda
where’s the white flag?
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