Ready to implode. Filled with words that refuse to form complete sentences. So I say nothing at all.
Bite my tongue. Something I said I'd never do.

I do my shit in the light in the open where everyone can see. Just because you play footsy in the dark  under the table dont make you better than me.

Sometimes I don't think I'm strong enough for this shit.

Heathen.

"Uhmm damn shawty, what yo name is..."

The mini mix of sex and emotion has finally subsided.
The smoke has cleared.
I can see again.

Zen and The Art of Who Gives a Fuck...

People will disappoint the shit out of you if you let them. The point is not to let them.

I have named you queen.
There are taller ones than you, taller.
There are purer ones than you, purer.
There are lovelier than you, lovelier.
But you are the queen.
When you go through the streets
no one recognizes you.
No one sees your crystal crown, no one looks
at the carpet of red gold
that you tread as you pass,
the nonexistent carpet.
And when you appear
all the rivers sound
in my body, bells
shake the sky,
and a hymn fills the world.
Only you and I,
only you and I, my love,
listen to it.
- Queen, Pablo Neruda

Over analyzing.

Adult Conversation Is...

Virtually obsolete.

Mind contact.

Mental stimulation.

Mind fuck me...

Please and Thank You..