Sometimes I wish my mind could be still,
Peaceful as a sleeping Koala's will,
Social as a clownfish, happy as Quokkas.

My mind is like a boat on a disturbed sea,
Tossed by storms, side by side, forceful winds.
When I'm happy, I'm unstable.
When I'm sad, worries drive in – a roller coaster.

In every mood, my mind races like sport cars,
Unbeatable competition.
I watch my sanity turn into icebergs,
Freezing, frozen, no room for reasoning.

The more I struggle to control this restless mind,
The worse everything becomes.
How do you control something unseen?
How do you master what masters you?

A force unto itself, wild and free.
When ignored, sharp pain pierces me.
Loneliness hosts my body.
This mind of mine, a stranger to me,
Feeds on my insanity – a parasite,
Operating without consent.

This mind, a paradox of chaos and turbulent nature, stranger to my soul,
Enemy of my being.
A burden I carry alone,
A weight suppressing me every hours of the clock, tick-tock

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Before you speak, take a seat.

I embody masculine charm,
But harbor a feminine soul.

On bed, I'm submissive and dominant

I can surrender, I can command.
My desire adapts to yours.

Versatile, I flow between roles,
***** passion, tender devotion.

Missionary's gentle embrace,
Or wild explorations, I'm yours.

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Tonight, I crave flexibility and fulfillment.
I crave hunger for pleasure and desire.
I crave everything body and soul wish for.
Euphoria, my ultimate desire.

Fold me in ways previously unexplored, more than just a body.
Run your fingers through my dreadlocks, fulfilling pleasure.
Tease my ******* with your fingertips, awakening desire.

I want your teeth dancing through my neck and *******, sweet sensation.
Your tongue doing what it knows best, happiness in between – I live for this.

Give me bites of pleasure, more hickeys; I want to be mapped like a territory.

Branding my skin with your touch, write your presence across my body.
Lift me, measure me, mold me to your longing.

I want my body in every corner, printing my beat, craving more desire.

Place my back against the balcony, exposing me to the sky.
Shape me to your whims, bending me over pillows of passion.

Expose my face to the stars; worship me as I worship the night.

Share your fantasies; reveal your fetishes.

I am the goddess of pleasure – pure, true, and unfettered.
I can bend, twist, and mold; I am art.

Now, I'm ready; my desire is awakened.

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My friend, so quick to replace,
Easier to damage, so fragile in place.
A single drop can shatter the screen,
Careless handling, and it's stolen, unseen.

To reach me, permission you must seek,
Through my friend, your message will speak.
Need my attention? Go through my friend,
Always there, never jealous, till the end.

I sleep, eat, and walk with my friend,
Constant companion, till life's journey ends.
In need or not, my friend's always near,
All I want, just one click, and it's clear.

My friend, my cell phone, loyal and true,
A relationship, some may deem anew.

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There's a place I know,
Not far, not close.
Where bones are trophies
Lives are waste, and forgotten.

Beneath the surface, where red and white skies meet
Lies a realm of differential fate.

In this place, skeletons dance to beauty, as flesh decays to soil.

At night, the bones beat.
Kids gather 'round the full moon,
Chanting to the goddess of bone and flesh.

By afternoon, dry bones sing,
Parables of revenge.
Only those with ears can hear.

In the morning, wet bones sleep,
Heavy with sorrows.

Old people are prized and celebrated,
For one day they'll join their ancestors,
With cracked teeth.

Death is honoured,
A young death is more befitting
Than a living old man.

At midnight, all is lost,
As each bone knocks on loved ones' doors.

"Ko!! Ko!! Ko!!!"

The old man, toothless, said to his daughters, "Bones of my sons are calling me, I have to honour."