Sex Dream A

In this part of my life I like the way he rolls his tongue against my labia. 

Fully explanatory. but needing the insides of my coiled senses even more.

I know I want him…


licking my asshole was interesting he dipped and dove. Was enthusiastic about everything

the thought of not seeing me again must have triggered some sensual fire. 

Lit and burning bright like the tip of his dick. 

I responded with as much ecstasy as i could muster. No, it wasn’t enjoyable




Hoping that my head won’t turn to that sweet rhyme he plays,

He plays so sweet make me wanna drink that blood red,

That Blood red orange juice so good on my lips,

My lips burning for some more of anything that involves him,

Loving him is sin and repeating what I think is ill

My Perfect Man

The Perfact Man has come into my Life and he is waiting,

He is absolutely.. Fantasmagorically, Sponataneousely..beseeching me to come into his life and fill him with love and happiness.

The Perfect Man has also stated that he will not settle for less,

Cause he wants the best of the best, twice better than the rest, lest he be angry..but he is urging me not to fall below his expectations and I shall not.


The Perfect Man has beguiled me to listen and understand,

Filling me up with empathy and wisdom, so much so I can’t comprehend how big his heart is. His heart is big

and the Perfect Man loves me long time for 4 years,

He knocks on my door and cries, for 4 years he equates to my demise and bring me from misery to not so miserable in only a matter of minutes.

Does a Perfect World exist for this Perfect Man?

Impossible as it might seem, Incongrous to the human eye, Floundering on the doorsteps of heaven, embedded in blankets of gold, embroidered with iron clad, his world is a choice.

I wish to make a perfect choice..I wish to be where he is..

Nobody is perfect but he is perfect in my eyes,

and to the surprise of the public he flies, sours high in to the skies above all of your a fawn coming to rescue me from this not-so-perfect-life.


A fOOls eXistence

Wish me happy birthday on July 2nd 1992. I finally turn 21.

I’m on the receiving end of my own disaster. I created this monster of a life. How can I bare to go through this moment thinking, possibly wondering, why it’s not working out for me.

I feel dreary.. Like every second I live through this I am pained by the existence of non existence.. The price of not having a price to pay.. The moments where I have no moments to experience. The near emptiness of my being.

I deceived myself into thinking he would stay with me. I believed they would make amends. Come back, be friends. A bullshit fantasy only I could concoct and convey so that love could.. Exist. In the form I wanted it to.

So I embark on this wild, fantastic journey. A horoscope once read is now playing itself into existence and I let it because I fucked up my reality. So why not give the ethereal universe a shot at it. Blinded by these make believe hopes and dreams..more often than I’m supposed to I believe only one thing these days..that being I’m a fool

Fools ignore the reality that ups and downs do exist and plagiarize life into a Disney story. I’m being patient and hoping for the best.

Wish me happy birthday on July 2nd 1992. I finally turn 21. I finally reached my end goal. And all other subsequent goals merely fell out of place.

If I were your chic

If I were your chic,

I would look,

Inside the book,

That holds the treasures,

Through the weathers,

We have whethered,

If I were your chic,

I’d flick that dick,

Make you my trick,

Just for a bit,

Till I can sit,

Beside you through the minutes,

that slowly we can’t resist,

your touch has been missed,

If i were your chic,

I’d make certain that,

Whatever shit hit the fan,

I got your through then,

And the nows and the whens,

i got you through them,

If I were your chic,

I’d ride you right in,

To my den of lovin’,

So we can push and shove in,

The fuckin’ would insue therein,

If I were your chic,

A text would blink,

mornin’-noon-night think,

Calling would be the link,

Binding us till we come together,

Make dreams together,

Fullfill the greater,

Parts of ourselves wherever,

We are..If i were your chic,

I’d be your’d be my it,

Through and through it,

It would be amazing.