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We’ve all heard this line before, “You should marry your best friend, the one who knows you best.” It always sounds good, appeals to many and makes lots of sense while choosing a mate or life partner. However,really liking a person versus being in love with them are too very different scenarios. And in my opinion, you should always marry the latter of the two.
Dating, and hanging out with someone you feel completely comfortable around, laugh often with, even enjoy sharing your most intimate secrets during those long walks in the park is something special to behold; almost rare in today’s... (more)
Leaving with my head still full of meds and wine, my lust still on her lips, we knew our next steps controlled the destiny of years. I cared not for what my life was before her. To be by her side, to feel her hair brush against me, to hear her voice call my name, these are what my life consisted of now. We waited on the corner for a ride she arranged while I was asleep. I nodded briefly, a victim of my hangover, and woke when I heard the muffled, "thump, thump, thump, thump" of its muffler. The car reminded me of an older converted cop car. The hard seats were uncomfortable as I slid in.... (more)
It was in a summer in the '60s in the steamy hot apartment-laden suburb of Houston that I first became aware that change was actually sometimes in you and of you, and not just something others did to you. Up to that point, change had been dependent upon a parent's whim or job, or the ebb and flow of family income. We might live in a house with a nice big yard and a barking dog . . . or an apartment that opened on a cigarette-butt-laden parking lot with a stray cat peering from the stairs.Change was constant, but it was something to which I adapted, redrawing personal boundaries, accepting gains... (more)
Most have experienced it: staying with the same person no matter how bad and unhealthy a relationship becomes, hoping against the odds that things will eventually get better allowing love to prevail. Some look to God, wish upon a star, or seek out and counsel with every psychologist around to heal the broken seams, replace bad with good, take another drink of love potion which brought bodies together in the first place, and inflame the sparks both felt while first meeting. But realistically, sometimes the right thing to do is walk away early on before you wake up one morning, aged, staring... (more)
You see beauty everywhere, your supposed to be happy. Your not.
You see people laughing, your supposed to be a part. Your not.
You see tears falling, your supposed to feel. Your not.
You see prayers offered, your suppose to do that. Your not.
You see life passing, your supposed to do something. Your not.
And worst of all, you just don't care. I mean you really, really, don't care. About anything.
Its a death you feel in every little crack of your soul.
Like dust collecting, its death in the small areas of your life.
But wait you walking... (more)
The sting of the needle, inserted quickly out of necessity, brought me back to consciousness. The graybearded, decrepit doc had me laying on the kitchen counter, working out of an old leather bag which resembled the texture of his skin. Evidently I was out for a while, as he busied himself cleaning up. I looked over my shoulder, seeing the body of our attacker wrapped in heavy plastic, red smears on the inside looking like a crazed water-color painting. My Queen was calm, her hands stroking the blood, my and his, from my body. I noticed a strength in me, her strength, unafraid and capable... (more)
Your fire melts me, held in the spoon of your love Your hands draw pleasure deep, In a gentle push your seduction overcomes me Your touch brings me peace, like heroin in my soul Slight touch, sliding into my conscious will Deep warmth creeping into the void Gentle smiles invade empty rooms Your touch brings me sleep, like heroin in my mind I chase hand blazed trails with my eyes Hoping to breath in your essence Unnatural pleasure this thing you do Your touch is addicting, like heroin in my body
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...in the crook of my arm and proceeded to take deep her offerings of pleasure for my parched soul. She responded to my every move, not just receiving me, but giving me herself. We entwined over, around, under, our bodies desire facilitated by the hot water and the oil she poured on our tangle of lust. My Queen, my queen, you have taken me as I have you. I kissed her deep as I finished, only to hear the sharp break of glass and feel a hot sting drive itself deep in my shoulder.
Blood spattered across my Queens cheek, the bullet passed through me and hit the tile, a few inches over from ... (more)
...a breeze carrying your seeds
Alighting on me, travail of my soul just to begin
Fire runs a course of nature through my primal veins
Caught now by the spider silk of your trouble
I feel the pull of your bite sinking my soul into rapture
Your many hands finding their way, using my body
Your many eyes seeing everywhere I hide
My escape now wound in your lair, wander lust begins
In circles you lead me, my mind numb with senses raging
One escape grabs my fainting sight, away from you I fly
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With the subtly of snakes, he creeps through the grass
Lust on his mind, his tongue tasting the innocence
Peeling the soul away leaving his dying life behind
Pushing his severity on to one left alone
Fear is the knife held to a young neck
Forcing a change, cracking the tender mind
Raising to her feet, looking through the shock
A numbness begins, heaven's after thought to this evil
Vigilance now a trance to see the blurred face of the enemy
Shadows take shape, forever they will chase
Hiding, pulling the dark around like a... (more)
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