What's good?
The way you make me feel
What's good?
Your hands against my skin, your kiss upon my lips
What's good?
The way you are with words
What's good
The way you say nothing and tell me everything
What's good?
Your smell, your taste, your aroused face
What's good?
Your lips when you say you want me, the look that says you need me
What's good
Everything about you being with me, me being with you, us being together
What's good?
You
I have of late taken the view that no matter how rebellious, unconventional, non-conformist we would like to think ourselves, we are at some point always part of a similar grouping of people. We are never truly leaders, but followers. Followers, I prefer to refer to us as sheep; because at one point or another in our life we are all sheep. This is a place to express myself, vent my frustration with the sheepdom, and relieve my boredom. It is my therapy for all that contributes to my neurosis.
Sunday, May 2, 2010
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Sun kissed
Sun kissed sand colored skin lay bare A tapestry of eroticism glowing with desire Seeping lascivious proclivities, whispering Taunting, teas...
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Misery loves company but right about now I would make terrible company...
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Sun kissed sand colored skin lay bare A tapestry of eroticism glowing with desire Seeping lascivious proclivities, whispering Taunting, teas...
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How could such a simply motherfucking statement get so fucking misconstrued, since fucking when did statements of fucking fact requiring def...
you're good too
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