Again, alone awake accidental?
Barely by blunt bricks,brain curtains…
Cut crooked carefully….
Draped dangerously during dusk….
Every emotion enhanced from finger,face & freckle….
Gingerly groping gestures growing gracefully….
Hesitant hands hold hearts hastily….
I imagine important….
Jitters, jetting, jumping….
Knocking knees knowing….
Lucid, lustful longing lips….
Makes more magic memories….
Nocturnal nights necessity never neglects….
Open obsessions of our objectives….
Prevail pleasure pure puzzle piece poison….
Quiet questions quench quarries….
Random, rare, rational realities….
Suggestions so stimulating senses savoring sex, smooth skin….
Timeless tales, the tantric touch….
Ultimately unclothed unknown & unavoidable….
Valuable venom varies vindictively…,
We wait within wind whirls, wondering….
Xenophobia in xanadu xeroxing….
Your youthful years yearning….
Zestful, zany& zone-free….
Tantric lovers are intertwined and connected like a puzzle piece. So much in love that the world stops to envy their kisses.
I am wide awake wishing you would get off work early to ravage me the way you did last night. I starting this page as a running letter to you. This will be my darkest thoughts, my deepest fears and of course my delusional sexual wants. As we grow closer together and I get back on track of my writing and dreaming that one day I will be something to someone.
I want you to know that this blog like many other blogs and websites in the past is a calibration of my life’s writing. It has years of Myself all wrapped up into a small ball of internet links. So lover, please understand each piece you read is not about you. You are my king, my blind sided Valentine, my nightowl poison, my mindfunkjinx and so much more that only my sick mind could describe.
Originally wide awake alone I would write, so I want you to know you are my love. This is my passion. Hopefully one day I will have my thoughts, dreams, inventions, aspirations and goals somewhat together but until then I still remain your insomniac woman forever in love.
I’d never sleep if it meant writing about you.