she compares her sweet tooth
to that of a good long scream,
the kind where your throat hurts a little after
and your eyes water,
the type of scream where your neighbors start to wonder
if either you’ve been murdered,
or you've just had the best ****** of your life,
because it sounds just a little too pleasureful
to be the sound of of an inevitable death.

I'm crumbling again.
I can feel it.
I need contact.
Human contact.
This urge to feel and be felt.
No matter how hard.
How soft.
How painful.
How pleasureful.
This craving.
This emptiness.
It can not be filled.

On a pain scale 1-10 death is a 0.

Zero for the deceased and a ten for breathing.
Appreciation at 1 when they come & always a
10 when we're forced to watch them leaving.

Days are numbered for us, for the people we love, & the plants that gift us breathe.
Would you still care? Would you still crave that job? Would that heart break still hurt if the clock was almost done ticking & you knew you were facing death?

A scratch wouldn't sting If it simultaneously occurred along with a stab.
The small joy of a giggle loses its stimulation when placed next to a stomach squeezing laugh.

More and Less, More or less? The words are meant to be a measure of the amount of things, or people, but in reality they are the enhancement and suppression of appreciation.
Ten dollars is appreciated until twenty is seen. Take someone who complains about asthma as if it's the worse curse & diagnose them with cancer, they'll suddenly forget asthma is even involved in the situation.

More or Less are just synonyms for Better and Worse. Better makes us blind and numb to what we have, those joys we already feel; introduce worse & we no longer need Better to see these blessings.
Everyday we count things, we count everything except for the things that count, lack of appreciation deprives us from making the days count, & then we wish we could have them back once begin stressing.

We always want more of anything pleasureful we recieve when it's really appreciation that should be given and received with repititon.

Life is a gift but More or Less makes us mortal, makes us ungrateful, & turns life into a competition.

The day we cease to appreciate our lives because we fall victim to the perception of More we start to live less and less, before you know it you've died while you're still breathing.

Ultimately we need pain. It teaches us to appreciate & ignore the more, we must hurt before we benefit it's like a baby teething.

**If you're alive, you're blessed, more or less.

i would trust you
to touch me anywhere
but as i say this
my physical body
is the last thing i have in mind
for i wouldn't mind
but there are so many other
pleasureful parts to me
that i'd let your finger tips graze
even more sensual  
than what just my skin
and my soft words in your ear
could do to stimulate you
emotionally
that's is,
if you're comfortable  
to feel everything
that i hold close to my heart
and if you ever even wanted them
from me
in the first place

Dimly street at sight seems long to be,
emptiness shown,i assume no one shall i see.
but it is not with my eyes i see,
heart beating-tells the position of thee.
Few more steps towards her i made,
under the lamppost all glowing and lost in smoke-calm she remained.
Immediately i thought-what a lady she is,
shall i beg for a kiss-on my knees.
But the erge to ****-she has awoken in me,
oh how could i only,rip such a beautiful neck of thee.
But ******* thy blood is basic instinct of mine,
and it is a feeling like no other-oh how divine.
We're now confronted eye-to-eye,
so close-i can feel her every sigh.
"may i help you" with slight arrogance came from here mouth,
shall i feed on thee-my mind crossed-strangely-a doubt.
She is nothing but a human-to my self i thought,
to **** or not to ****-with the idea i fought.
With no further a due,
what my self did-may startle you.
With an incredible speed,in her neck my fangs i have ****** into,
from the very start to taste thy blood i did want to.
Oh how pleasureful moment that was,
i drained her blood from head to toes.
Thou only now i notice she never screamed,
as if she new what i am-her head she just leaned.
Nevertheless being dead,
the beauty of thee away never faded.

If you could see the horrors
The tragedy that haunts my dreams
Greater than all the world's wars
Nigh, a single night of solace seems

The hurt, the desperate, always silent
More alone than any other can feel
Screaming inside when no one listens
Screaming harder, for the pain to heal

When all is lost, the laughter begins
The moment when you become insane
And pain be becomes a pleasureful sin
Because unlike love, lingers does the pain

Alas, constance of a fix is the greatest temptation
And when constance endures, a fix becomes vocation

i love her
i love her with all my heart
the feeling i get when im next to her is impeccable
she feeds my soul
she enriches me
she fuels me
shes my muse
my energy
my vibe
my health

i love her
she treats me well
she knows how to take care of me
she knows how to take care of how i act
she feels for me
she feels for how i feel
she understands my emotions
she reciprocates my emotions with empathy
she calms me
soothes me
leisures me
tranquilizes me

i love her with all my heart
seeing her makes my heart jump
talking with her makes my heart beat faster
thinking of her makes my heart skip a beat
hugging her makes my heart want jump out of my chest and into her arms
shes my joy
my happiness
my calmness
my fire
my soul
my passion
my desire
my freedom
my liberty
my safe haven
my elysian field
she completes me

i love her being
flabbergasted by her angelic face
her beautiful smooth face
her big round eyes
her small beautiful nose
her smooth chiseled cheeks
her round edgy luscious hypnotizing lips
her soft aromatic polished hair
her radiating alluring charming smile
her pleasureful infectious blissful laugh
her curvy dainty mezmerising body

i love herself
enticed by her intricate brain
seduced by her sagacious thinking
engulfed by her cogent notions