So he likes me
He has voiced his self to me many times
To his knowledge it falls on deaf ears
But to my knowledge he is heard and thoroughly listened to
I can not say that he will advance
And I can not say that we will keep in contact
For I have driven myself in a single role
I have not had time for anything else
I have not had time to add anyone into me
But now I see that God is throwing new hints at me
So now I pray for survival
God is listening to all of my desires
Including my priors
So what do I do about him
Treating him like a chores that I regretfully decline
constantly wondering if he is Mr. Wrong or Mr. Right
I can't decide
So I take the time to further investigate me
I work on things that will improve me
And if that is him then so shall it be
But I getting comfortable with it just being me
Welcome To My Place
Saturday, February 11, 2012
Friday, February 3, 2012
The Normal Story (Him and Me)
Him…
He came to me
On this rainy night like tonight
He searched in his mind for reasons not to come in
But slowly approaches my door
He contemplates constantly if his place where he stand is true
Where the love that waits will wait for him
But his body speaks fast than his mind can determine
So now he stands at my door
Hearing the sounds of music that he feels welcomes him
A list that he feels is his formal greeting
He wonders before the knock if this will be for now or forever
But again his body speaks
His body wants what he has not been getting
To fill in the spaces that long for him
That keep him warm and cozy
He knocks without thought to see…..me
He sees this person that is asking the norm
The norm that prolongs the wait
The norm that could be done without
But he leaves it be for certain purposes
He leaves it be for reason his body only knows
The norm continues with a shot or two
This impales the mind so the body could be full control
Something that is needed for this particular night
He sings now with the music in background
He is continuously greeted by a visual that will soon be his
He has now started his intent
Now the questions are over
Now the things that prolongs him is over
The thing he wants the most now belongs in her hands
He allows everything only because his body is aching
Or maybe because he has gone so long without
Now he gives her everything and lets her do what she does best
The best he has ever come across
Not that he will search for better but this is now
Not before or then
This is a now in the moments moment
This is the pleasure for a few hours he gives her
But he does not realize she gets pleasure as well
Me…
He is here
Like this thing that we used to do never end
Never seized
He comes to me like a child for another bottle
Or crack addict looking for another fix
But this is something that can be granted by anyone yet this rainy night
This rainy night he chose me
He chose me like a blank check found
Or like a loaded number to a lottery
He is here for a purpose I have yet to grasp
He is here
Here…
He drinks with me
Talks with me about his life and changes
But the alcohol slowly changes the subject
The music in the background brings new ideas
The ways of changes are coming to quick
It is too late he is ready
And now I am too
He stands as I stay kneed
He looks at me like what he has I do not want
He encourages me like the motions are pure
Like the things we are about to do are normal
I crawl to him like a new found puppy
Thinking to myself this isn’t right
But the sight of it all makes my body claims it right
I cling to his jeans
Damp to the touch
The smell of the rain turns into a well put on cologne
I open my mouth and inhale the smells
I become the exotic erotic animal yearning to be fed
And like a master at the circle he feeds me
He caresses my face in approval
He touches my hair with acceptance
He is now giving me the blessed ok
I can proceed to do as I please
He is allowing me to be as open as I used to be
The norm that brought us to this point of once before
He doesn’t treat me as if I am a whore
But as a woman he must satisfy
A woman that must have her fix
And do every nasty freaky thing that with music can mix
He does not turn from me
He shows he likes it with the reactions of his face and body
I am aroused even by what I see
So I take it in deeper
Because this is how I want it
I take him fully into me
Wet and dripping
Gripping and stroking
This is all I have every wanted
To taste to thing that brought me such pleasure
To embrace the thing that barely fit but I made it
And he liked it
His hands tighten, pulling my hair
I go deeper to have it
I crave it even more I don’t want to stop
He grips harder telling me a story
He has come and I did not stop
I did not move
I accepted the master feeding
I did not give it back
I took it with welcome intent
And still I’m tasting it
For I know this body
This particular thing I want
He is not done
He steps back from me
Trying to keep balance from my remembered amazing
He sits with his damp jeans to his knees
I crawl to him once again like this new found puppy
I see him thinking trying to re-collect
So I remove his Tims
Lace by lace, sock by sock
I allow him the freedom to spread his legs for comfort
As I lean back to see the marvel I have done
He aroused me more by not making a sound
Nor moan nor groan
I lay back for him on the floor
The music still playing in the background
I do what I normally do
The normal to get round two
I unbutton my shirt to reveal the undies
He has ignited me so much the rain came repeatedly
Damp as his jeans are now as damp as my panties
He open his eyes finally to see me
My arches back, legs spread
He see what he has done
Rises again from my damage
He leans forward to visual see
He comes down from the couch
Crawls around me
Lays next to me
Watches me do the norm
Now we are moving to the music
Like the beat now taken over
I roll over on to my stomach
He is not taking back what I took
He is now returning the favor
He is not ready for round two
To be continue
He came to me
On this rainy night like tonight
He searched in his mind for reasons not to come in
But slowly approaches my door
He contemplates constantly if his place where he stand is true
Where the love that waits will wait for him
But his body speaks fast than his mind can determine
So now he stands at my door
Hearing the sounds of music that he feels welcomes him
A list that he feels is his formal greeting
He wonders before the knock if this will be for now or forever
But again his body speaks
His body wants what he has not been getting
To fill in the spaces that long for him
That keep him warm and cozy
He knocks without thought to see…..me
He sees this person that is asking the norm
The norm that prolongs the wait
The norm that could be done without
But he leaves it be for certain purposes
He leaves it be for reason his body only knows
The norm continues with a shot or two
This impales the mind so the body could be full control
Something that is needed for this particular night
He sings now with the music in background
He is continuously greeted by a visual that will soon be his
He has now started his intent
Now the questions are over
Now the things that prolongs him is over
The thing he wants the most now belongs in her hands
He allows everything only because his body is aching
Or maybe because he has gone so long without
Now he gives her everything and lets her do what she does best
The best he has ever come across
Not that he will search for better but this is now
Not before or then
This is a now in the moments moment
This is the pleasure for a few hours he gives her
But he does not realize she gets pleasure as well
Me…
He is here
Like this thing that we used to do never end
Never seized
He comes to me like a child for another bottle
Or crack addict looking for another fix
But this is something that can be granted by anyone yet this rainy night
This rainy night he chose me
He chose me like a blank check found
Or like a loaded number to a lottery
He is here for a purpose I have yet to grasp
He is here
Here…
He drinks with me
Talks with me about his life and changes
But the alcohol slowly changes the subject
The music in the background brings new ideas
The ways of changes are coming to quick
It is too late he is ready
And now I am too
He stands as I stay kneed
He looks at me like what he has I do not want
He encourages me like the motions are pure
Like the things we are about to do are normal
I crawl to him like a new found puppy
Thinking to myself this isn’t right
But the sight of it all makes my body claims it right
I cling to his jeans
Damp to the touch
The smell of the rain turns into a well put on cologne
I open my mouth and inhale the smells
I become the exotic erotic animal yearning to be fed
And like a master at the circle he feeds me
He caresses my face in approval
He touches my hair with acceptance
He is now giving me the blessed ok
I can proceed to do as I please
He is allowing me to be as open as I used to be
The norm that brought us to this point of once before
He doesn’t treat me as if I am a whore
But as a woman he must satisfy
A woman that must have her fix
And do every nasty freaky thing that with music can mix
He does not turn from me
He shows he likes it with the reactions of his face and body
I am aroused even by what I see
So I take it in deeper
Because this is how I want it
I take him fully into me
Wet and dripping
Gripping and stroking
This is all I have every wanted
To taste to thing that brought me such pleasure
To embrace the thing that barely fit but I made it
And he liked it
His hands tighten, pulling my hair
I go deeper to have it
I crave it even more I don’t want to stop
He grips harder telling me a story
He has come and I did not stop
I did not move
I accepted the master feeding
I did not give it back
I took it with welcome intent
And still I’m tasting it
For I know this body
This particular thing I want
He is not done
He steps back from me
Trying to keep balance from my remembered amazing
He sits with his damp jeans to his knees
I crawl to him once again like this new found puppy
I see him thinking trying to re-collect
So I remove his Tims
Lace by lace, sock by sock
I allow him the freedom to spread his legs for comfort
As I lean back to see the marvel I have done
He aroused me more by not making a sound
Nor moan nor groan
I lay back for him on the floor
The music still playing in the background
I do what I normally do
The normal to get round two
I unbutton my shirt to reveal the undies
He has ignited me so much the rain came repeatedly
Damp as his jeans are now as damp as my panties
He open his eyes finally to see me
My arches back, legs spread
He see what he has done
Rises again from my damage
He leans forward to visual see
He comes down from the couch
Crawls around me
Lays next to me
Watches me do the norm
Now we are moving to the music
Like the beat now taken over
I roll over on to my stomach
He is not taking back what I took
He is now returning the favor
He is not ready for round two
To be continue
Thursday, February 2, 2012
Aching Secrets
This world with its hurt and sheltering demise
I wonder how will I continue
How many will smell the scent of untouched flesh
Who will come to the rescue of the un-penetration lems
I can only image my secrets patience
My mind continues to make such thoughts of torn endeavors
And yet my secret has been patient
It doesn’t desire the old entries
It does not want the past to reoccur again
The secret wants a fresh new incoming
But the exception is of a companion kepted sort
Even that must remain in the past category
So I wait for now on nothing but a fresh new conqueror
My mind wonders continuously
But my secret says I must wait just a tad bit longer
The reward of a patient is the reward of a new
A new new
A new in a way that comes with the power that is wished dearly
So I take it that my secrets rules when my mind is weak
I can go on with out the stupidness of the unless
When my mind just wanted it
My secret said at what cost
So now its my secrets year to speak
It my secrets turn to say yes or no
Time to separate the conquerors from the pretenders
And the seasonal from the always
So now who will be the chosen one
Who will give my secret its just rewards
Who…
I wonder how will I continue
How many will smell the scent of untouched flesh
Who will come to the rescue of the un-penetration lems
I can only image my secrets patience
My mind continues to make such thoughts of torn endeavors
And yet my secret has been patient
It doesn’t desire the old entries
It does not want the past to reoccur again
The secret wants a fresh new incoming
But the exception is of a companion kepted sort
Even that must remain in the past category
So I wait for now on nothing but a fresh new conqueror
My mind wonders continuously
But my secret says I must wait just a tad bit longer
The reward of a patient is the reward of a new
A new new
A new in a way that comes with the power that is wished dearly
So I take it that my secrets rules when my mind is weak
I can go on with out the stupidness of the unless
When my mind just wanted it
My secret said at what cost
So now its my secrets year to speak
It my secrets turn to say yes or no
Time to separate the conquerors from the pretenders
And the seasonal from the always
So now who will be the chosen one
Who will give my secret its just rewards
Who…
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