Slowly speeding to uncertainty
My only vessel this pen on the ocean of my thoughts
Thoughts uncharted, curious, mysterious, untamed
Longing to find a place, a purpose, a space
Moving through these murky waters the horizon out of sight
The only tool to navigate my pen plotting thoughts
Thoughts of spaces unknown departing from the known
Navigating my destiny, my story yet to be told
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Women have truly been the bane of my existence; I have a perpetual love hate relationship with them – the love part being highly fueled by ...
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Every weekend over the last few months has been somewhere between good - great; with some "fucking mad" sprinkled here and there. ... -
She pins my hands against the wall, I'm disarmed and weakened by desire. The nakedness of this well sculpted caramel goddess now on mine...
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