.fraud.

You're a fraud, you
Tiptoe through hearts where locks were left unturned & steal what wasn't yours to take

You leave muddy footprints & smudged finger swirls upon every thing within your path, you're arrogant

So arrogant that you permanent mark your desire to disrespect on the lips of lovers & in between the sheets of other frauds you seek to compete with

Your eyes bore holes & store information in the form
of facial explanation so at a moment's
notice you can recall & reformat data to do your life's work of being something to someone, anyone
Who will listen or who won't but you want them to

You're lost in a translucent web of emotional destruction on the brink of no tomorrow because your selfishness has sucked today dry

Others are just resources to replenish your empty soul, but it still has that gaping hole --- it all falls through you, it's not you or yours to keep

You're a fraud, you
Tiptoe through hearts where locks were left unturned & steal what wasn't yours to take

I've come for my things

I hate the internet

Really? Every relationship, every moment, every thought, every idea of who you "are" is based on the internet. In fact, if I could post this in a newspaper and thought it might even be seen, I would. Instead I'll settle for the fact the maybe one or two people may read this because I'm not half naked perpetrating to get attention. Where are all the real people? Do they even exist anymore? Or is it all just a show to prove who can outdo who? The funny thing is more than half of the people who spend 23.5 hours on the internet are boring, anti social, lonely, awkward people who use the internet to bully people while posting pictures as if they run shit. I'm over it. I'm over the hype & the b.s. I want to meet real people with real thoughts who do real things. Just recently I met a handful of real people and it was like learning to breathe again because I'm so tired of being around/near people who are always trying to compete and be cool. It's so disgusting and pathetic. Like whatever happened to being who you are and that being enough? Now you need the right hair, right eyes, right hair color, right phone, right extracurricular activities -- gotta be seen at the right events hanging with the "right" people. All of it is such a turn off and I feel like the people that are real are becoming extinct. You can't even date people anymore who aren't competing with you. Lame.As.Fuck.

fck it.

When your heart becomes something to be played with rather than something to have, hold, cherish & protect.
When your heart becomes a punching bag, beaten every day at the gym, used for someone else's frustrations & then left in the darkness.
When your heart become a pile of flattened rubber like tire caught on a nail.
When your heart becomes a joke, a reason for stand up, an attraction at parties, an object for entertainment at your expense.
When your heart becomes like grains of sand falling between the fingertips of someone as quickly as their memory of you fades.
When your heart becomes a non factor

.canvas.

Lying here I close my eyes and imagine the tips of your fingers grazing my skin
Then gently rub up and down my arms while you place light kisses into my collar bone
The sweetest spot you can't leave alone
So I can't help but moan
And feel the throb between my legs grow
Your tongue starts to draw circles around my nipples and I part my lips
Wetting them
As your hunger for me grows
The heat from your body turns to
Small beads of excited moisture against your forehead
I
Wipe your hair from your face and then wrap your hair between my fingers pulling you closer
You gasp then gently tug at my nipples with your teeth
I growl in a sensual frenzy
My mouth dry as you feast upon my body
Your nails dig into my thighs
Pulling them apart
A thirst of your own has revealed your want
I rise my hips up to meet your lips
Slowly teasing up and down
I wait for your reaction
As you wrap my legs around your neck
And your tongue plunges deep inside to taste my nectar
I close my eyes and feel every part of me start to tingle from the inside out
You always find that spot that takes me outside of my body & lifts me into the clouds
I'm high
And drunk off this
Passionate love making
Breath taking
I forget to breathe but your lungs work for me
I'm one with you again
As you peel back each layer of me
Until I can't hide from you anymore
One more touch, one more taste
I'm overflowing from the inside out
My body shakes and my fingers loosen their grip on your hair
You let my whimpers guide your last strokes
I was your canvas

mind.sex.

I want to make love to her mind
Without touching her skin
Her body alive & wet beneath my fingertips, not touching
But hovering above the very soul
Of her existence
Exploring
My lips inches from her ears
Travel down the nape of her neck
Whispers that
Caress, kiss & soothe
Her mouth opened slight moans escape
& catch in her throat
I grab each sound & wrap it around my tongue
Teeth pressed against it
I breathe in her sounds
As if I could live off of each second
That she inhales
Layered intensity, I've climbed each
Mountain shes placed before me
Each peak nestled in chocolate & quivering beneath each word
Taste my passion and nestle in my thirst
I'm captivated & sinking into the depths of your waters
While standing on the shore
I'm waiting for you to meet halfway
So exhale

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Save me as
I'm falling, faster and further from
a place I thought I'd never be
in a dream from which I seem to never wake
my mind wraps itself around your thoughts
as if sealing your wounds with me could heal

I'm pushing my way into your soul,
with every glance
every word formed between my lips
every word waiting on on the edge of my tongue
I'm but a breath waiting to be exhaled
the release, a reprieve from the silent cries
that are mourned when the sun dips into the horizon
and night drapes like a cloak over your heart

Caught in a moment between yesterday
today and tomorrow
I'm hanging by strings that I never saw
attached to my limbs
jerky movements & stiff obscurity
holding you, holding me
we're being held together by something
more powerful than each other

I'm pulling you inside of me
verbs, adjectives, and nouns
beautiful being
I've claimed you as my person, place or thing
I'm missing
I'm missing
you're moving faster than I can conjugate
I'm learning a language
I know I'll never speak

But silence is mine
as are you wthin the confines
of these letters
these words
this passion
and I've fallen
there is nothing to it
I lay cracked at your feet, in pieces
in peace says
shattered bliss