Long have I written anything.
Long have I felt the need to
As we grow, we get busier
As we grow, we get sensitive
Disappointments weigh so heavy when one’s lonely
The feeling from Betrayal I cannot wish on my worst enemy
What can be done; what can’t be done.
Oh time, please come as quickly as you can
I cannot help myself.
The eyes slowly closing from tiredness, the room so cold it feels like minus degrees.
At first, Things went too fast and some control was lost which demanded a time for total control and it was contained.
So She feels the time is so sudden to conclude on an obvious feeling coupled with the easiness of flirting; making it very much less credible
Of course with this advancement , some space is required, to observe and for “conoscenza”
It fell on thorns, feels more like super pressure and pressure is not good for her royal highness; the goddess cleopatra. She cannot put up for this selfish self-centered son of a b**** who always do exactly what he wants by imposing.
So nothing changed for her though it’s been some reasonable amount of time from the very beginning but like Joshua, the sun stood still
He’s so selfish and she hate him for this, he’s pestering her life and making her time in that wonderfully awesome palace more and more uncomfortable.
Plot Twist!
He thought he went too far , of course she’s so beautiful and he magically is attracted to her. How in blue blaze wouldn’t any person with clear conscience, needing love go far?
She needs her space and time, though he is highly skeptical of this fact pending an earlier mutual undertanding between them thus: “it takes just a moment to love someone no matter how much you think you know or know not” – but moving along- he’s willing
The possible way was to avoid her and focus on something else for distraction; this he succeeded for just a week and swept back in compulsion for cocain is really hard to resist, especially when you get to see her always.
Nevertheless, it’s okay, he felt he can handle it – he always does. She needs time to process and know this person. He usually would setup conversations and it goes on for just brief refreshing moments because in all, its always one sided.
He thought, if he could make her to open up to him perhaps, she would realized how important she is to him. Only if she could be sincere in the little exchange when it comes to personal affair and share too. He always felt her defensive mechanism is active at all times; something that makes him really nervous.
It’s obvious, she feels something, he thinks! She said so too, but where is the problem ? He doesn’t know. He wants the girl so bad he doesn’t know what to do if she says Yes! That’s how weird things are.
He thinks, if she said she needed time to know him but makes no efforts to talk to him and ask him personal questions as someone who would want to be involved in his life?
Why is she blaming time?
He thinks, maybe she would feel she’s intruding and asking so much, ok! Fine, he would do the tellings. He would try to show and be close, maybe she would loosen up and see in between the white linen cloth but it always ended up with “I will share when I want to share” – which apparently is the parusia.
She made him think he’s selfish for being in love and proudly making it known times without number but com’on he’s so selfish, he doesn’t listen to her. He agrees ok! Maybe he’s selfish for not listening , for pressuring, for emphasis , maybe he’s selfish for constantly being persuasive and a huge pest.
How did things move this south? How can a person from the opposite direction of love skyrocket to the other side without a fight? He let his guard down and threw away the armor … Wait! does that leave him at her mercy? Nah it can’t be this bad. He thinks! But it is bad. Perhaps it scares her too. But how can he know this, she doesn’t share her thoughts.
He waited and waited! to see any sign or trace of love sprung from her but none. She mentioned selfish and he agrees, yet she made no real effort from her part to show at least the slightest sign of love “She just wants to be friends” how hard can that be?
Unfortunately he unconsciously resolved to seek attention by all means. He has never been more vocal and expressive to a girl in his life till he met her. Something he takes a maxmium pride in letting her know this constantly – which is gold for most girls, but she took it as mere flirt which is not different from every other person he wants to bed. She told him to stop, he tired but with the defensive attitude, he doubts she believes him so he continued using that to get attention from someone who says would consider him but makes no real effort.
She sets a real fire in him each time he sees her. He knows she can complement his flaws and make him a better person, in her presence brings with it an aura of glorious thoughts
Now he feels every step might be interpreted wrongly. He feels worst for making her uncomfortable, he feels depress when he always making every conversation about him, he feels bad for constantly trying and couldn’t help it; Almost every conversation for him would have some trace of an “attention seeking bastard”.
He Knows words are heavier on paper!
There is Hope!
He Thinks!
I feel worst
such figuratively unimaginable pain
I failed
a good talker can’t talk himself into love
maybe the talk was much
emotions shared; it’s a trap – nothing on the other end
letting those ideas encompass the very essence of the thought itself – Lost value.
will power is useless, it makes the heart suffer.
unexplainable things can happen in such a short time
call me stupid, but stupid felt good.
only reflexes can tell the next, calculated efforts too
the latter is not always healthy.
I bear the “L(u)st”
terrible it may sound in the moment
time is key.
…and you left with not qualms of awareness, reasons far beyond my comprehension, I waited and wondered, back and forth I did, questions and answers to no avail. Soul searching through what seems like bottomless pit of rock band. Imagined the heavens without its bodies, like every lilies and feathers all took a long lasting vacation. Heart beats and stop without control.The climax was unbearable, you made the skies stood so low, my limits unsurpassed, the touch of lips felt like petals as you kiss me gently and the whispers, encompassing! “Don’t move your body” you said to me, my hairs all stiff and up in submission as your hand work its magic down my rod…. Mr lad in total accession. As illiterate as he is, he enjoys nothing but these moments. The message fully received with the fasten of cock to cunt and the rivers never seize. Perfect meets match. The warmness of your womanhood took me back to Eden. moaning on LIT.
The lights went off with the peaceful strikes, the real cleopatra from her caves, the goddess of all. My lungs creak in delirium at every stroke, the flame tattoo on the upper region of her deep ignites more needs.
Her breathe on my lips tastes humane, You is the perfect. “You are mine! And mine forever you said” as the strokes at this point furiously and the two sisters perfectly clapping like Mason of Xvideos. My whole dimension changed when you turned around with the biggest reality of all… D’ass.
Mr Lad, already out of juice but can’t give up because this journey is far from end. You grab it with tenderness and suck deep I felt the end. My hands reached for the sisters and then the phone rang! “I have to pick am sorry you said” and you left me for the bathroom. 5mins it passed with no sound. I called out no answer. I went towards and you were gone. Came back you cloths gone too. When and how I don’t know, was I still high on orgasm with eyes rolling when you left I don’t know. Did you said you were leaving I don’t know. Still putting pieces together but I don’t care I want you back.
The atmosphere at this point is untamable, every inch itch, the door broke open and with it a scary being. He must be in late 40s probably weighing up to 250 pounds staring like a ghost of riverside at 6:30 in the morning. Fiercely looking like a hungry lion that just escaped from the zoo and back to the wild with saturated belly off dead birds been fed him during his days in captivity.
Saying “Change” is a good thing is inarguably arguable. The today world has “Changed” the very validity of the word. I guess that is also the connotation of the word.
I mean, how can one prove to be something if one don’t manifest oneself.
But in this context it’s wrong!
An act that bears in itself History and evolution should be proper in every sense!
Inadvertently, the populous of this very beautify earth has a subconsciously negative feeling to the word. Anytime an event is allude to it, the first perceptive reaction is cynical.
In a nutshell, the ideology of the world has come to a break even point.
New modifications to yardsticks should be instituted.
We all have some moments,
Times we don’t understand the importance until it’s gone.
Moments we wouldn’t wanna let go because it’s gone.
Moments of absolute pureness of a very unattended past
Pure because it’s now and not then.
Realizations are bitches as they say because they happen after.
The wishes and wants… Desires!!!
We must find this love.
Pureness I speak of.
Absolute wholeness!
Clearly the past can’t lead us no where!
Yet! we can hold on to them…
Because we can.
Love is nothing without common sense
Common sense is rare
Of what need is Love when the idea is to satisfy
Love in itself is pure and in itself is selfless
Satisfaction and selflessness are two parallels
Ones’ demand is based on tangibility which is always insatiable.
The latter is just Love.
To be human is to want and need
And to be Love is to be love.
Humans can not love.
They need a relative higher being
We need God.
The footsteps gloriously moving in harmony to the sounds they make as the ears are too keen to dictate the rhyme while in strong engagement with the wind which kept up with its strong statements to the dusts and particles who are much in love with the eyes.
Capable hands are not so much capable now are they?
This is how I feel.
The secular music roaring in amusement; an imposter like myself so lost while everything appears to be same and in same as they should repel,
Yet eludes the very sense of existence in a cliche and elaborated mind. Embracing seems far fetch when the body and soul are in common grounds with nature.
A semi mutual equilibrium of understanding flows through the walls and the smell of sameness; grace so unattractively blissful as the faces around seem to have what it’s called their own at their side.
At hours like this the brain can’t help but wonder at the revolution of events The level of openness and acceptance, it is the now and not the then no more. Some unspeakable closed under – lock- down things has gain momentum…
A seeming impossible rid
I am utmost drawn to her
The suspense in anticipation
A perfect inspiration of impatience
She seems so respectful
The very sense of quintessential
I do not know her
A filled desire to talk at length
Whatever tickles her fancy
Screens and pictures are but chicanery
All I have is that
Reasonable meaning is needed.
Find yourself through reading ! 