having someone do things for me.
not because I ask them to, but
just because they want to.
I miss being told that I am beautiful
not out of obligation, but
out of appreciation.
"EVERY ARTIST DIPS HIS BRUSH IN HIS OWN SOUL, AND PAINTS HIS OWN NATURE INTO HIS PICTURES." -Henry Ward Beecher
Monday, October 29, 2012
I miss
Saturday, October 27, 2012
Thursday, October 25, 2012
I
am trying to be everything that you need me to be
while
holding on to fragmented pieces of me
is
that shit even possible?
Saturday, October 20, 2012
Hello
"Will you come sit in my seat
so that I may sit in your lap?"
is what I asked him
he did
I did
I
straddled him
locking him in
rocking on him
rendering him helpless to my
sexual prowess
kissed his lips
lifted my skirt above my hips
unzipped
his fly
then welcomed him inside
Hello
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
Our love
as we know it is about to change.
It'll either get better. Or it's going to get worse. Either way it's about to change.
Truth is...
Everybody wants to place the blame, but nobody wants to take responsibility for their own shit.
Truth is we all could do better.
all around.
Tuesday, October 9, 2012
Monday, October 8, 2012
Sunday, October 7, 2012
Saturday, October 6, 2012
Friday, October 5, 2012
Thursday, October 4, 2012
Tuesday, October 2, 2012
Monday, October 1, 2012
You say that its mine, but is it all mine? The parts apart from the part that is your penis.
Your heart? Your mind? Your thoughts? Your dreams?
Your arms? Your hands? Your lips? Your tongue?
Are they all mine?
Or were you merely referring to the long thick line that aligns in line with your knee caps?
Your heart? Your mind? Your thoughts? Your dreams?
Your arms? Your hands? Your lips? Your tongue?
Are they all mine?
Or were you merely referring to the long thick line that aligns in line with your knee caps?
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