What do you want me to do?
Do you want me to bid you adieu?
Should I stay? Should I fight? Should I stand behind you? supporting role that cast no shadow
Chances are nil to embark on the nextbattle
all I see is…
eerie dawn or is it sunset
Hard to tell when you are looking through a wishing well
Rolling along
Feeling forlorn
But not quite boring
Exhausted from the exchange
Tired from the range
Of emotion tapped into to distance you
From my anger you must remember
So much time we’ve rendered
So much surrendered
Replaced with ire all that was fire
Man I am tired
On the train he tries to buy my pain
With trinkets and flowers
The taste is sour from the scowler that seems to be forever on your face.
Happiness for you seems to be when I’m provoked.
But wisdom keeps me calm as we Move along to tired to cry to tired to shy.
I’m good with games “invention” is one of my names.
Welcomed boredom in the office.
Now to daydream about the forest.
Mossy hills and wild dills.
Frolick and play.
Off to my favorite haven
With men close shaven
Rough handed smooth by sand.
Sweet breeze kisses my knees as I bend to touch a stream that looks so clean.
Lips parched. Set to part to drink the nectar in.
Time never wasting I’m to busy chasing dragonflies and butterflies in the afternoon sun .
Tall grass covers me leaving no trace of me. Free to dream warm safe in the August breeze.
Calm down.
Remain still.
Twitch, twitch, shift, shift.
Heart pounding.
Don’t touch.
Throb. Pleasurable pain.
Squeeze them. Tight squeeze from the knees.
Press them tight with all your might.
Fight the urge to surge.
Fight the throb.
Deny the sensation.
Feel the craving.
Throbbing deep.
Wait. It’s worth it.
Deny yourself.
Build the lust.
Throbbing to bust
Hustle and Flow
It’s time to go.
Run there’s the train
Forgetting to tame the mane
Oh darn hair like yarn
To busy thinking about my wake’n’bake
Now my belly aches
No food sugar low
Just going with the flow
Now gotta hustle
Dealing with the bustle of city life
Day dreaming about green acres.
Missing Georgia and country roads
Stretch my toes as I wait for train
Thinking about the gambit of everyday life
Just the Hustle and Flow
That’s life.
Wrap me in you.
Let me get lost in you
Allow me to intertwine my energy with yours
Allow me to adore.
Not sexual just intoxicated
Almost emaciated
Starving to touch starving to taste starving to know
No more eating crow
In such close proximity
Aching that I feel will no longer be ignore
Almost you are nearly clear
I’ve been well baited .
I sit like a cat in wait
Gently anticipating
Floating high above the clouds. Waves like shrouds. Crimson sun. Beauty on the horizon.
Infinite chasm. Heavenly peak. Music sweet. Aria’s evermore, a chorus wanting more.
Fluttering about like a butterfly avoiding a scout. Shock waves. Sweet like rain.
Thundering loud from the bed. No more be said.
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