i’ll fuck you however i want to fuck you
i want every inch of you
every atom
i want handprints on my ass
and hands around my throat
i want to touch myself while you kiss my thighs
and when you try to help hold you away by your hair
i want you in my mouth
i want to take you in completely
i want you here and right fucking now
i want this
bad
when we first got together in the woods
after the beach and the hiking and the mysetrious sexual caresses and strong stares
after the slapping dirt off my ass every time I got up from sitting on the ground
when your hair smelled like sea salt
when we laid around listening to records drinking whiskey
when i got drunk but didn’t want to open up
but alas for your little taste
and the taste was enough to awake the monster inside of me
that i hoped would sleep
and i unfolded myself
and i showed you my big black wings as i wrapped myself around you, and took you on a ride
and you clamped down on my hips
with your teeth at my throat
dracula would be envious
and we fell asleep
you would not let me go, and as i ripped my flesh from your grasp i knew i would have to leave
i knew i couldn’t stay here
and at sunrise i got dressed, took some of your change off the dresser
and smoked a bowl while looking at you entangled in sheets
and as i went to kiss your forehead i realized i could not just leave you like that
after all we have shared, i couldn’t leave you broken,
and i shed a tear as i unclothed myself
and laid back in the bed with you
looking out the window wondering why i allowed another link to the chain
the puppy comes snooping around, his name is link, i should have known,
when gypsy eyes meet geminis
i should have known.
It’s not my obsession with serial murderers that is odd
It’s the fact that I find some of them appealing
it’s that stupid fucking molecule
that atom
that brain cell
that makes me want to be in desperate situations
in which the only option left
is to fuck
but i wont resist
i’ll beg for it
i’ll fuck up your whole fantasy
i’m sorry
but hey
just like you
i’m fucking selfish
That sexy moment when you are having a conversation with someone you’re attracted to and you realize that they are intellectually on your level. And you’re all devil-grinnin and wide eyed, cant keep your tongue in your mouth type shit. & you kinda have a wit-off, a mental tug of war, and you sit in sexual tension just to see how far you can take this mental coitus before you guys just start ripping each other’s clothes off.
good shit
Don’t ignore me.
You live in my house
I bought this shit, MY name is the only one on the lease
I signed the papers, for YOU.
I did it for you, I am here for YOU.
I support YOU.
and you throw it in my fucking face
and i love it
and lap it up
like the sex slave I am
fuck me in the ass
and I’ll never fucking leave you
I’m getting tired of this shit
I will move 14 hours away from you, real quick
I did it when I was 17, I’ll do it again
smoke pot here
let me just stop here
some tattoos I let fade
like the think, the leaf
and my mother’s name
the evolve I carve in
much like the peace, life and meditation
I’m my own creation
each and every new day
I’m no longer boasting
I’ve been cut the fuck down
the hand that molded me from the clay
also knocked me from the pedestal I tried to sneak so cleverly beneath my feet
But only then did I realize I was sitting in shit
standing on lint
mimicking cloud number 9
Here I am, once again
Dead and reborn
In no man’s image by my own
in no one planet’s atmosphere
je suis le cosmos
let’s just go
fucking pack a backpack and leave with me
because my feet are starting to melt onto the cement
and i can’t hear myself think anymore
it’s like im barricaded by all this permanent shit
for medusa is watching and they are all turning to stone around me
and all i can seem to do is get stoned
and i’m ansty
and my hands are raw from wringing them together while i wait at the bus stop
and i’m sorry i had to just bail
like fucking always
but i can’t stay to help you and
i can’t help but to leave you and
i wasn’t meant to stay
i told you when i came, i was a stranger
the naive way i fall in love with people whose words sink deep into my soul
who make me anxious to read more,
who make me stupidly smile to myself
the naive way i fall deeply in love with words
when i know talk is cheap
because i continue to spit only change
(Source: itsjust-insanity)
of sex shaming, yet chasing, paper slaving, selfishness, and ethnocentrism.
Sam is proud.
Tell me something about you, your culture, your spirit, your soul, your atoms and your fucking molecules.
What do you have to share that’s not monetary? What can you fucking tell me? Show me? Are you still human? Of course you fucking are, my fault, I forgot, it’s hard to compute these anatomically correct biological computers these days.
If I can’t have a genuine conversation with you, the entire situation is shit.
Please, I think you’re in the wrong classroom. Feel free to transcend me. I’ll help you to the top of the pyramid. Here, I’ll give you a boost.
it’s hot
too hot
no air conditioner
spin the fan
the light peaks through
sifting through smoke rings
hot-boxing the already hot box
heavy on my chest
and thighs
large hands carry mountains of hair
kisses travel over ear lobes
and eyebrows
color bones and humble breasts
ripe and ready for feasting
served on a smooth canvas
kisses travel to hips as I sigh in relief
part two of foreplay
gentle searching with a strong tongue
and I am rivers overflowing
embraced in bliss to the point of insanity
and the stare doesn’t cease
as I try to hold onto contact
before the bed breaks
and we both fall & my eyes somersault.
shaking
pulsing
clenching skull between thighs
and you’re lapping like an alley cat
& you’re more intrigued than I am
time for beers
and blunts
and takeout chinese food
music and movies
lazy days
it’s hot
too hot
spin the fan
summertime man
pigmentation of the skin
gets you cast the fuck out
though it all started with color
and got washed & watered down
elitist ignorant preachings
and as fish we bite the bait
mouth still full of metal
can’t talk so don’t complain
weaseled my way in
with my brilliant fucking brain
atoms look sexy in the way they have arranged
sharp tongue, yes
it both pleasures and it pains
when slow motherfcukers
try to step into my lane
it’s really simple
just stay the fuck away from me
I don’t want to talk
i don’t fucking owe you anything
could’ve sworn you were my enemy
left the sword in my back
just to keep fresh the fucking memory
I just want to know why you are lying.
I fucking hate lies
you dirty fucking liar
fucking filthy
don’t fucking touch me
don’t even fucking talk to me
I told you my passion was a fucking balance
welcome to the fucking machine
I sing songs of my people.
my roots.
the atoms & molecules
that will create & destroy me
over & over
transmitting different
signals
colliding through the cosmos
cosmic junkie is an understatement
it’s all i have ever been
until i get shot in the back
of the head
No name to put shame to
No soul to put blame to
You can sell your soul to many other things too
Devil aint a fool
He knows when youre rotten
& he only bargains so long until you’re forced to try to sell your soul to good old chipper in the big house upstairs
But god doesn’t like cigarette burns & sex bruises
So off you go into “fuck-if-i-care-land”
Come back when you’re ready to be a fucking robot
So you come back in ten years. Beaten down to a pulp
& god says my poor baby, everything’s going to be alrite, you’re home
& the devil runs to you with flowers wanting to fuck your brains out
