Posts Tagged ‘ friends with benefits ’

Mans best friend

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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

A little birdie told me

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”

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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 

iN Passion iGo

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

opposites attract

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

If looks could kill

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

Superman Of Love

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

Hostage

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?