Lets go out and play. Everybody is looking for lust or love. Everyone is looking for something.
A one night stand happens too often. A couple of drinks, and the mood is set.
Small talk is played but we all know, tonight, someone is getting laid. Hours pass, giggling, laughing.. Then the kiss....
Clothes are hitting the floor faster than the rain was hitting the ground outside. Pushing each other into anything that will hold the weight.  Laughing and kissing as we slam our way to the bed.
Licking and biting, teasing and fighting. Up and down her head moves as she tries to gasp for air but instead pushes deeper down her throat.
She treats me as if she is the lion and i am the prey. She crawls up my body till our faces meet. She grabs ahold as if it was going to run away, and inch by inch she can feel it opening her up.
Gripping and dripping. She screams as her body shakes. "MORE" she yells "OH MY GOD YES!" Making me into her god at that moment.
We roll over satisfied, at least one of us. As i think to myself, it will be the same thing in the morning.
She will grab her clothes and tell me to call her later. With only us two knowing the secrets we made that night.
I will say yes but never talk to her again. There will be another one soon, im sure. The experience will probably be the same, or maybe next time i will leave in the morning asking her to call me.
That's the reality of a one night stand. It only last one night, the next morning you're standing alone asking yourself why you do it.

I held him
like the sky
holds the moon:
through the night.

He turned my arms
to jasmine:
tangled himself
in my veins
[I mean vines]
until I grew
around his shape,
and then cut himself
free
come sunrise.

I still reach for him
in the dark:
the reckless god boy
in star-child clothing;
loose lipped
and wonder-eyed.

i wished i could write it all down.
but there were simply not enough words.
and certainly not the right ones.

Hi, I am a normal person,
My name is Adam Bell.
I am 17 years old
I believe in a heaven and hell.

I have beliefs in New Age spirituality.
I try to forgive and love all,
even those who hurt me
whether the amount is big or small.

I hope that you read this,
of course, I hope you read all of my work.
But, I'd rather you'd just take in my words,
even if they have a slight quirk.

I want to make is simple,
I want to make it clear,
this is no poem,
This is a message that you can choose to read or hear.

She's carrying around heartache,
It's tucked deep into her pockets.
It's heavy weight causing her to stumble.

That light up ahead is for her.
But insecurity causes doubt.
Whispering oh so softly her name.

Others fogged perception forces her to scream.

But all they hear is noise.

Not the heart bursting forth.

Not the over flow of sorrow she sometimes can't contain.

The light still shines bright.
All her beautiful soul has to do..

Is pick up her head from her knees,
and empty her pockets.