Words
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Posted:Jul 16, 2016 10:11 am
Last Updated:Jul 16, 2016 10:23 am
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Words of lust, of love, of intimacy
tripping off of my tongue
seeking an ear that hears and responds in kind
To speak, and be heard,
To listen and understand the deep needs of the soul.
The words that cut straight to the heart
That makes me ache with longing.
I need to speak them,
and have them spoken to me.
They may be as beautiful as the dew on flowers
after the sun begins to rise.
They may be course and rough,
seeking the darkness of night
To assault the senses.
Who shall speak these words to me
as I shall speak to them?
Conversing in the language of passion and desire.
Until no more words need spoken
and we lie panting in each others embrace?
Speak to me those words
I shall then open your mind, soul and heart
and ravage them but care for them all at once.
Those words will be our legacy and pact
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The siege of love
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Posted:Jun 6, 2016 6:34 am
Last Updated:Jun 6, 2016 7:13 am
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I walk along the border of my heart, and inspect my defenses. They are hardened and battle tested. The damage has been repaired, no weakness to be found. I shall spend my life alone behind these walls. Take that, love! I defy you! You will not be able to defeat me again! My voice echoes, and I realize how truly cold and empty my life is. Yes, I have scars from the past battles with love, but during the time, my heart has never seemed warmer and filled with life. Paradox, it seems has a sense of humor. Without love, you are cold and empty, but love can be warm and enveloping...until it cuts you, and leaved you bleeding, begging for its return. Wishing for love, my walls start to crumble little by little. Soon, I will be caught in the deadly embrace again.
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Away
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Posted:Jun 1, 2016 8:21 am
Last Updated:Jun 6, 2016 5:01 am
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Sometimes, I feel like I have been lost, away on a desert island, the solitude is comforting at first. No tenseness, no awkwardness, no expectations. Little by little, I would crave the human company, only to find there is none. I am utterly alone and I despair. Walking the shore, searching for that rescue, that glimmer of hope on the horizon. Once in a while, I think I see a ship heading to me, but they bypass my lonely hideaway. I spend my nights crying out for someone, anyone to talk to me. I guess I deserve my fate, because I was the one who went away in the first place. So I spend my time here, alone.
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Siren Pits
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Posted:Mar 11, 2016 10:17 am
Last Updated:Jun 1, 2016 6:33 am
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The lonely road that I walk, it seeks to cause me to stumble and fall. The pits beckon me with voices sweet to the ear, yet only bring death and destruction. They tell me to cast myself inside, and then I shall be free. I flee from one pit, only to be met by another. Is there no escape? Am I doomed to be eventually broken and battered, my body never to be found at the bottom of a black abyss, or falling forever through a gaping maw? I stand on the edge, the sweet voice beckoning me to join her, and I step off the solid ground into nothingness.
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Being true for two
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Posted:Mar 10, 2016 7:01 am
Last Updated:May 9, 2024 9:58 am
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Relaxing at the end of the day, all tasks accomplished, many battles won. Why am I still anxious, why am I still unfulfilled? A wise man once said "To thine own self be true.", but what if I have been true to myself, but it isn't enough? What about finding a companion I wish to share my life with, and tell all my heart to? Is that not also being true to myself AND them? As I sit and ponder, I realize that there is a hole in my heart that needs filled, and being true to myself will not fill it. I seek that one who fills the void, that values my company, that aches for me just as much as I ache for them. Once I find that one, only then can we be true for each other.
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Neighbors
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Posted:Mar 8, 2016 8:33 am
Last Updated:May 9, 2024 9:58 am
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She screams with passion as he takes her. Long has he waited for this. He had watched her many times in passing, and believed he was not in her league. He could see her in her backyard next door, lounging in the sun. Her body glistening, wearing nothing, oblivious to the fact that the fence did not block his view from the second floor. Or was she really oblivious? One day she laid out her blanket as usual, bending over with her ass pointed towards his house. He could see she was wet and excited, then she looks over her shoulder right to his window and smiles. She holds up her hand, and with one finger beckons him to her. He rushes to the fence, she says "Are you always only going to watch, or are you going to do all the things you daydream of up there?" He literally runs to the backyard, to find her waiting for him. spread and rubbing herself. "I've known all along. Just seeing how long before you actually would come over. When you hadn't, I took matters into my own hand, so to speak. Now, show me what you have fantasized about. In a matter of seconds, he is naked and lapping her willing and wet slit. She cums again and again, then offers herself to his manhood. She craves it. She desires it. As he turns her over and enters her from behind, it is a dream come true. He takes her hard, and has every day since. What are neighbors for, after all?
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Hope
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Posted:Mar 7, 2016 1:28 am
Last Updated:Mar 7, 2016 4:59 am
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I have followed oblivion to the end, reborn to a new life. I now seek that which I lacked before. Hope. Hope is ever before me, just out of reach. Beckoning me on. Teaching me to walk anew. Like an infant, I take each step in this new light, it is an adventure like no other. New experiences, new vision. And always hope makes me feel, where before I was numb and dead inside. I shall reach my goal one day, and hope will transform into reality. Until then, I shall crawl, walk, run to the finish.
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The greatest treasure
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Posted:Mar 2, 2016 7:31 am
Last Updated:Mar 4, 2016 11:48 pm
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Isolated and alone, bearing the burden of a broken heart and spirit. I seek a treasure beyond worth, a gleaming jewel that is eternal and most desired by men. How can I not pursue my dream, my one desire? It would be a crime to not dare to follow the markers on the map. Perhaps then I shall win the prize that she is, not as a possession, but as a woman I can point to and say "There she is, and she chose ME out of all her suitors!" I will never give up the search, and shall brave any danger to find her, the greatest treasure of all.
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Do I Fit?
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Posted:Mar 1, 2016 5:46 am
Last Updated:Mar 11, 2016 11:18 am
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How beautiful she is, and she knows it. Her form a vision of loveliness, and she shows it to the world. Her curves are there for all to see and admire, the epitome of beauty and sensuality. I dare to send her a note, sharing my admiration of her, and how I would enjoy conversing with her. I see her page, and find I meet the standards she has laid down, I eagerly await her reply. Finally, I see an awaiting message, I open it to find she thanks me for my words, but she is looking elsewhere. I am wondering to myself "Did I come on too strong?", "Did she find me unattractive?", "What was it about me that she didn't think would be good for her?", "Is there something about me that makes all women be turned off?" I am sure many men have asked themselves the same questions when rejected. (I do not talk about the obnoxious ones that are just misogynistic). I have come to the conclusion for myself: I am just not the fit for every woman. I may meet their criteria, I may be handsome to them (unlikely. I realize I am NOT Adonis), but when it comes down to it, there was no spark for her. She felt no connection, there was no certain something there. So, gentlemen, stop viewing rejection as an attack on you personally. Women for the most part KNOW what they are looking for, and if you aren't it, nothing will change their minds. Think of it this way: would you go around wearing clothes that just don't fit? No. You seek the best, most comfortable clothes you can. Allow her the same in seeking a relationship. Help her find that fit, that comfortableness. Above all else, don't look down on someone because you aren't what she wants, but be the friend she needs. Thank you (stepping down off of the soapbox)
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A mutual hunger
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Posted:Feb 24, 2016 12:09 pm
Last Updated:Mar 1, 2016 4:46 am
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Eagerness and longing, lustful desires all encompassing my life. To feel a need so great inside, realizing there is so much to share, to give, to experience. One day I will be able to do this with another who chooses me as I choose her. That woman who allows me to be her partner, who satiates my hungry soul. I shall never be alone then. We will feed from each others energy and lusts. I will at that point search no more.
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Hidden Image
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Posted:Feb 22, 2016 11:31 am
Last Updated:Feb 23, 2016 7:32 am
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Always seeking her, hoping to find her, groping like a blind man who has lost his way. Is there still hope? Could I have missed my chances to find her? my soul is starting to wither, my body aches for her touch. She is nowhere to be found, though. Just a fractured image of the one I long for. I plod along the path, my vision before me, leading me on.....to her.
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Kryptonite-proof?
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Posted:Feb 21, 2016 6:26 am
Last Updated:Feb 21, 2016 7:47 am
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Once in my life I was happy. I thought I had it made. That kryptonite-proof Superman who could do no wrong. Then I looked at my life and the futility therein. What I saw was a broken man. A man who settled for the status quo and less. No, I am not handsome, no, I am not rich, no, I am not somebody. I am the nobody that no one notices in the crowd. What happened to the confident Superman? He got too near the kryptonite of PRIDE. I was arrogant. Now, I am at the bottom of the pit looking up. Might as well start climbing. It's the only path available now.
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Ghost Love
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Posted:Feb 16, 2016 12:58 am
Last Updated:Feb 16, 2016 11:38 am
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Alone in the night, craving, lusting, ravenous. I seek her, the one who can satiate my desires, the gnawing hunger deep within. Staying in the shadows, I look in vain. There is none near me to satisfy me and the beast within. As I pass by her house, I hear her crying aloud. The cries of one whose heart has been shattered. I cannot help myself, I peer in her window, and instantly fall in love. The face of an angel which stirs the demon within me. She sees me, and without fear she comes to the window. "Can you love me?" She whispers. "I know you want me, but can you love me?" I cannot find the words, my voice is trapped. She beckons me to climb through the window, and soon I stand before her. "He has killed my heart, but there might be a little of essence left. Love me, I beg of you!" She falls to her knees. "Am I not beautiful? Do you not see that I am worth love?"I lift her to her feet. "I can love you, I already do. I must be insane, but the first glance told my heart that I MUST love you!" She leads me to the bed, and makes the sweetest love to me. A profound feeling. My lust is no more, filled rather by her caring, her loving. As she collapses into my arms, she whispers in my ear. "My body is his, but my heart is yours. You have created new life in me. She tells me I must go for now, as he will return soon, but her heart cannot go on without me. I have walked by that window many more times since then, but she has never returned. That's what happens when you fall in love with a ghost, I guess.
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