You’re such a woman.Optimized by the thrusts of nature,taking it like a statue being impaledby gusts of wind. Helpless to the sensation,Your only option is to screechsoft echos of pleasurethat resonate with the melodiespounding within. You weather the storm. Holding your groundwhile being turned onby the functions of anatomy,which supply you with the toolsto experience …
It’s like I’m digging for gold.Mining for ore, swinging my tool down the hole. Buried in your vein, stuck,locked in, enclosed. Extracting your deposits until the product seeps out andexplodes. Now I’m Rich. Drenched,Dripping,and exposed. Officially crowned as the knight at your throne.
Royalty on the throne. Birthed from the sun, emerged from the snow. Migrated together to createa chemical reaction well known… We are well aware of what happenswhen heats touches the cold. My heart gets soft when I’m around you. Ready to receive the warmth that surrounds you,I feel your heat as you enter the room. …
When was the last time you cried? You wear the suit of fulfillment,but it never properly fits your style. You’re terrible at taking your own advice. I know you’re sick of the pain,you want to take control of your life. But you can’t. Not until you get rid of that fear of mirrors,And discontinue living …
The timer has been set to brew. You grind the beansas I push my flesh in you. Milk the sex from you,While creaming the nest for two. Half and half. We bathe in each other’s nectar.Fertilizer spreads throughout the canal, combining the liquids for a thicker texture. Fill my cup with your creamer.I stuff myself …
I suffer so you don’t have to. Tracing a path for you to walk in, I endure any damage that can potentially impact you. While the progression is difficult, the reward is substantial. My life has been a journey destined for existential fulfillment merely to demonstrate your potential as an example. We are servants of …
Please don’t take this personally or thoroughly to heart, But I hate you. And I would rather not play the blame game or point fingers at who tore whom apart. I just miss you an irritating amount that I’m sure will be alleviated as time inflates. I constantly make these illogical attempts to locate you …
I wonder if I’m still enjoying myself. Or is my dissatisfaction self-inflicted. I keep saying that I’m immune to repetitious misfits, but finding myself becoming addicted. I hate arguing. I hate feeling like I’m impartial. I hate thinking that everything I do is not good enough, or believing that impressing you is too hard to. …
Day after day I’m disrupted with all these thoughts of you. I find myself preoccupied on what you often do. Your smile, your face, and because your skin is so soft and smooth, I get excited the moment I get to talk to you. Distracted. Whenever I hear your name my attention is impacted. Your …
My mind is plagued in moments of temptation. Pictures of you pop-up in my thoughts and startle sensations. You hijack my attention, humbly welcomed–my favorite invasion. I consent to you taking over my land, you have been permanently stationed. Climb onto my roller coaster, this is your seat to ride on. Calling your name while …
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