A normal night arises, we take comfort with one another as we have in many past connections. You reach for me I oblige. My body yearning for its pleasure, a silent request for more than traditional I grasp you with a deep ****** of my body. Pulling my leg up resting it on your left shoulder I slowly pull your lips to mine. Dropping my right leg connecting our bodies, our toes gently touch. I can feel your smile, as our bodies naturally take their own course gripping together. Your body heated your rhythm climbing I pull away just enough to include your hand allowing you to feel me as your manhood penetrants. Guiding you gripping you with nothing more than my lady. I plead for you to lay deeper allowing you to experience my true pleasure Your one finger touching gently my lady's grip tightens our stare opening up as you experience my ****** control.
Loving one's self is knowing your place in the world.
Life was unkind, writing brings me light. Most of my writing is trashed. In hopes, the world around me can't see who I am. Words are kind. No thought left behind Spilled time in ink reassuring myself, freedom of speech.
Time is. Time takes. Time lives. Time has beauty only seen in moments of its existence Time is the unknown repeating routines of its experiences. Day-by-Day Minute-by-Minute wonder surrounding time, giving moments, expanding existence. Leisures linger in wonder. Grasping moments. Time is. Time takes. Time gives.
Every moment given is a chance to expand knowledge.
Far away from here, There is somewhere. I dnt need to cry, and bow down to all your whys. The questions and demand, Here i burden myself with all your commands. But somewhere, My view matters, My choices are better, I dnt need to follow command And my desire expand. I wish to meet you there too, So that you see how happy i am without you.
The bird struggled to its feet The day had finally come In fear the bird gave a small tweet The first flight is frightening to some Fly or fall, two options nothing more nothing less To me this is comparable to my own stress I asked her out, she said yes. I thought my trial had ended I flew from the tree and didn’t fall But now is the greatest test of them all Will I survive the world of prey? Or will I fall victim and dark be my days? No one knows til the end is come Not even the bird itself until it has lived a full life and bourn it’s young. Or one with the earth the bird has become
She said yes but will the first date go well? If not will it spell the end?