Dinner table.

Grab you close make sure our lips lock
Soft breath on your neck before I attack
You love when I move your hair; place a wet kiss on your neck’s back
Move down slowly as I scale the twin peaks.
I see your eyes baby. Gettin lost in the heat
Still moving below my lips on your stomach. Continue my descent below the navel
Brace yourself Love. I’m at the dinner table.

You can be anywhere in the world but you’re here with me

It’s crazy to me that people actually visit here. Even moreso that y’all come here to actually READ my writing. Not just for music or whatever else I’m ‘supposed’ to do. (I swear Ima start covering shoes again. One day. Lol). The homie told me he visits. Shocked. My new favorite. She visits. Has me on her blogroll. Before I even knew she existed! And beast. The day she said she’s ‘lowkey obsessed’ with this here site (even if it was just in that moment), MAN! That shit meant so much to me. Apparently she doesn’t miss much. But for someone to say that? (nevermind I know she’s way more fresher at writing than me. Or that her opinion FUCKING MATTERS to me) that shit made me feel like this is not all for nothing. So to all of you. Thank you.
More pancakes? …. Bitches.

No 2nd chance

Holding hands at the beach. Feet in the grainy land.
Now distant memories I can’t fight off. I’m trapped in the quicksand.
You and him took my heart. I still haven’t found it. Maybe it’ll wash ashore.
Even if I find it. It’s been forever branded with my initials and yours.
Corny I know. But it’s there if you look.
Everyone’s supposed to deserve a 2nd chance. So I hope it’s only a matter of time before you take my hand for this dance.
I wanna feel the thrill. The chills. What you gave to me…
No one will.

“by my own accord i can’t accept it”

I still have nightmares about you. I wished they’d stop. I have deja vu A LOT. I don’t see these coming true though. Thus, they are nightmares.

I love you. But I don’t see a miracle on the horizon. Yet I can’t shake it. Hopeless.
I want(ed) to love you. But miscommunication, or lack thereof, seemed to derail us (story of my fuckin life). I thought maybe we could pick up where we left off. But you “can’t”… :\ guess not.
I used to love you. But that was YEARS ago. And although I’m glad you’ve found your way back into my life. It’s just not going past where it’s at. (but the piercing down below was a welcome surprise)

3 strikes. I’m out.

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