Randy

Rarely, do I get so horny. Doesn't fucking matter if it’s provoked by some damnable sluts and their holy orgasms, I couldn't care less because I fucking love it.
The gravity, the things it does to my body mind, that uncontrollable movement of someone’s hands, scraping of the face against the nearest surface, kicking feet and every part else ticking.
I have noticed my watering mouth and how it wants to bite. The realization that the dick Does have a mind of its own!
I roll over and over, even make noises, hurl my favorite tunes, tense every muscle, all in a bid to intensify… make it last.
But soon, memory and all it knows takes over and the visual disappears. The soul still sexed up but everything else returning to silence. Leaving behind only the dream, and traces of buried resonance that it can be fulfilled…
‘If only I could fuck Excellence in my life’

Pop goes the Artist.

Two Fat Men
On a motor bike
Deduced, Unconcerned
Looking funny, obviously!

They stop on the side
Get off and leave.

Midnight Train Writings

These days
Pieces me
When I am alone
Because when I am with me
I am with you
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To the song that makes me cry,
I want to say I appreciate your sorrow

Seep into my soul
But do not possess me
To haunt
The one you sing for
I wont
Love in me is strong

And only my joy goes out to
The one you sing of

Nice of you to play though
For your melody is where i conserve the one you sing to
Sweet song!
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To my mother,
You are my child.
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I am happier not reaching somewhere
I am happy just travelling
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Travel song: long nights by Eddie Vedder from 'Into the Wild'

Long nights allow me
To feel I'm falling
The lights go out
Makes me feel I'm falling
Safely to
The ground

That! (Genre: pop)

Oh Athena!
I better man
Until met me
Left damned

My sweet Athy
Don’t understand
Say ‘sex baby’
As she think another man

Darl Athena
Why leave note
Call me baby
On number wrong

Take other name
I ask who
You say you new nick
Make fool

I sick Athena
I go
You cry pry
Say love me so

Evening next
Bring another man
Say I say I go
Why stay back

I kitchen
With knife
You him upstairs
All night

Morning coffee
I say I leave
Say hurt you
Cry bucket deep

Night when you home
I kitchen knife
First you
Then my life

Happy Athena
I hope
I so
Never been before

My Mommy My Inspiration. Mother. Friend. Businesswoman. Fashioner.

love

Ask me today and I have forgotten the feeling.
I have known it.
But to love again, I must redefine my concept of it.
Maybe that’s why there is no One definition. Otherwise one could fall in love only once.
Looking for love? Not me...
Let me look 'at' it first. Differently.