Think of nothing but this night.
The blooded stars, blue leaves and red trees...
Think of nothing...
Nothing but tonightt.

Close your eyes,
Relax your mind...
Unfold my lies
And everything'll be fine

My **** begins to rise
As my moist lips drag along your neck
My hand slides up your sides...
Contemplating left, right or back down to your thighs

Bite me
Force on the aggression
Grab me
****, just simple persuasion.

The night just confides
As I pull your legs apart.
Squeezing your sides
Lifting you up on my hard ****

Biting your neck
As you moan aloud
Squeezing your *******
As you gasp, with each insertion

Aggression but pure passion,
I throw you down.
And force my **** in your tight, warm *****
Hearing you scream aloud, I ******* deeply.

Open your grey eyes...
Realize it's just a poem.
Unfold my demise
And know this night will come.

I was quite proud of the weather today.
It was better.
You know, better than yesterday.

I didn't have to tilt my head in shade for that perfect lighting.
Or settle for the insecurities of a mess.
It was that perfect.
Somewhat like those yellow limes I often confuse for that ball I use for stress.

And then there was that centered daisy thing which completely complimented my skin,
Hassling it's persuasion of confidence in a glaze
Reiterating it's point like those quins I met yesterday.
Today was just about everything, but perfect.

I went from that almost comfortable feeling, to nothing.
To nothing, when I had to imagine that cute outfit I helped her pick out yesterday...
Being ripped off, for her to be ******.

I went from that warm weird feeling, to nothing.
To nothing, when she got a call...

"Hey,
Sure,
I'll be right there."

And at that point...
I realized I was simply that to her.
The piano guy.

I was quite proud of the weather today.
It was better...
You know, better than yesterday.

Today I wanted to tell her.
Although it was yesterday...
Today I wanted her to know for sure.

And suddenly...
That centered daisy thing began to shallow.
And at that point...
At that point I realized.
I was nothing.

She was amazing.
And I knew she loved me.
But was that all I needed?
When she lied to me.

I ended things with Liliana,
but I don't know
It doesn't hurt,
Nor does it feel any better.
I've been so clustered and terrified of my own problems
I forgot how to feel,
how to be happy, or even sad.
Or was it sad to say our best moments consisted of petty laughs about my ***** leaving your ****** in pain,
or you laughing as you ******* while I drive 60 miles an hour
I really don't know
But we did say those stuff off and on.
You know like...
I love yous with smirks and I miss yous with hours delay of texting after
It's weird...
But I met this girl today
And she made me laugh...
I didn't think about ******* her once.
Surprisingly.
I just loved her smile.
And that simple moment made me feel I've wasted a while or two.
Either that or... I wanted to see you smile.
Like that atleast.