There is so much trapped/bottled up in my head, afraid to squander out the past expressions I’ve said. The hearts I have hurt with a simple twitch of my lead and a little more I’d have them in my bed. I must contain these thoughts/feeling because if left unattended they can do more damage than I've ever intended. So I threw them all down, no pencil, no paper. Thoughts of when a few words your girlfriend i would take her. With lies and false dreams, and infatuation never known, misting her underlings forcing her to moan. Beguiling her intrigue, astonishing her mind, sipping her slowly as one would taste of fine wine. No more passage for me with these works I am done, they are far too dangerous although they were fun.

How lucky he is.. I wonder does he even know. To wake beside you, to make you heart race as he pumps slow. To feel your warmth as your bodies collide. Kissing your neck as he slides inside. To know that your waiting everyday when he comes home, hoping for the moment he DM you on your phone. Knowing other ****** want you but all you want is him. And the chance of you stepping out your situation on him is slim. I wonder does he even know when he's gone how you shuffle through your phone. Watching old videos of him Making You Moan. I Wonder does he notices, the way you stare when he eats, the butterflys you get when ever your eyes meet. Does he take it for granted that you will always be there? And no matter what he does, if it didn't embarrass/hurt you, that you wouldn't ever care. How lucky he is to be the one who makes you sigh,  holding you close as he explores between your thighs. Does he notices the little things? like you love when he put his arm around your waist. Or the cute little thing he does and he began to make that face. Only if he knew the way you felt after the first time you made love. How he made feel, as if he was sent from heaven above. How you longed for the next time, and the time after that. How lucky he is... I wonder does he even know?

You don’t even know me, never noticed me before that day. How many times have we crossed paths and you didn’t even look my way? How strange it must sound all these things i have to say, never hearing them before has a strange effect that way. “How could he love me?” You must be asking yourself that everyday, “why is he saying these thing in such a way?” “ How do you love someone you barely even know ?” Or how do you show them so that they believe that it’s so? I want you to believe me, and all i say it true. To be honest i don’t know how i fell for you. All I know is I did and I’m stuck now, and my daily mission is to make you see how. How we could be happy, how we could be free. Just go to work and come home just you and me. But still i have worries of why would you go? Because the true way you feel about he and I, I don’t really know .

Everyday I wonder how life would be, if I were him and he was me. How happy you’d be lying at night next to me, just been through ecstasy.

Will you wonder with me?

Wonder with me into the the dead of night, where air is so cold you’d long for me to hold you tight. Will you wonder with me to the soft part of the grass? A nice place, we have found it at last. Lay you down softly as I slowly creep inside, kissing you all over as i began to spread your legs wide. Gripping your hair tightly preventing all chance of escape, slowly deep stroking seeing how much you can take. Moving your body gently as we form like ball and glove, experiencing new feeling far beyond that of love. Can you take all of me? I’ll be gentle as I slide and glide inside, holding you ever closer preparing you for the ride. I know you can take from the way to glance at me, overwhelming your mind and body, trained passion passed down to me. We pause.. You take a breath but your body yearning for more, so I carry you from grass to house on tables and floors. Bed to couch, hallways and walls. Overly active fluids pouring as if a waterfall. Shall I drink you like water? Bone dry to the last drop? A stroke up and a stroke lef, i promise you won’t want me to stop. But i dig in, like spoon and fork is to meal.Not really for you but the love of the thrill. Bite two lips up top and bite two lips below, creamy filling flowing out. Do you taste like caramelo? Slower nibbles turn to bites, you pleading to get away, I guess i’ll wait until wonder is today.

If a star fell from the sky would you try to catch it? Even if you knew if you did you would be burnt alive? But to hold something so beautiful for just a second, wouldn’t it be worth it? Would you travel back in time to do it again? I know I would.

Beauty once held can be held no longer.Hand gripping tightly but its not to be.

Im am speechless, my breath was taken away by this Beauty I saw just the other day. I mean it happen so quickly as she glanced my way. Slowly approaching and a breeze on a warm summer’s day. Today we touched for the very first time but although it as brief, the feeling blew my mind. She had touched me before, I was unable to touch back...but OH MY GOD. I could fall for her and i wouldn’t know how to act. This is tripping me out, like when kissed me and no words would come out, in all my excitement i could even shout. Only soft whisper, air taking away. But the looks of her OUTSIDE and the way this feel INSIDE, oh and her smell when she walks by…..Im stuck with my mouth wide but still speechless.