A talk with the moon.

A little lost I wander in the sky..

Questioning myself trying to figure out why, then I stumble and sit.

I'm comfortable, in cosmic bliss.

"Who are you?

"A sensation."

"Elaborate more that was merely vague."

"The moon."

"Oh I've dreamed about you, can you help me too? Down below on the earth I'm very gloom.

"I can't guide the already seeing."

"I just need meaning, a purpose for my inner being."

"Meaning that your already have within."

"Well can you at least be my friend?"

"I have no friends ma'am."

"I need to learn a lesson, something so I can keep progressing."

"Through out your life I hope you never forget your special, be fair to oneself, and most importantly don't forget your worth."

"I don't understand, I can't see your words."

"They will be seen they are verbs, now go back down and face earth."

Man in the suit

It's nothing like a man in a suit, fresh hair cut, facial hair lined up.

i call it like i see em but you the one for me

your presence is imppeccable your stature is ethical

im trying to see if we could make this a team effort

my strategy with your work ethic

beautiful chocolate man what is your name

im day dreaming in my thoughts me moaning the same

yes you the man in the suit.

i want you.

& yes i the woman properly dress in fine attire wants to devour what she's never tasted.

Man in the suit, can I correlate with your brand new flavor?

Friday Morning.

I’m day dreaming, waking up in a pent house suite in nyc, breakfast in bed & a view of the city. Your smell still lingering in my sheets. My wedding band shinning in elite. Just thinking of last night, “will you marry me?”. Your amazing and I love your feel, your breathtaking..I just want you near. You crowd my thoughts, give me what I want. It’s showtime and I cant wait to feel this, nothing more about you justifies us other than our kiss.

I wake up yet still in my thoughts, dreams surface and its all a fabrication…I want to live in this realm that I made for self. I have so much imaginary wealth.

The Start

why do we suffice to be labeled

who are we to say something or someone is outdated

everybody walking around saying their "hated"

but in reality the only person that harbors the hate is the one telling the story

a victim cant be helped without witnesses

a story cant progress without characteristics..

Pure Vulgarity

i want to be kissed.

just like this.

i want you to rip my shirt..

buttons cascading to the floor

leaving me to want some more.

your breath hot sticky and sweet upon my skin

im reaching for you to come in

to the bedroom we might not make it

to the floor kitchen counter tops, anywhere i just will take it.

there is an art and beauty of seeing you naked

i dont want another lover

you keep it moist down under..

your energy is like no other

there is so much more to you than these verbs..

your inner wealth surpasses this session..

you are a metophorical weapon that i keep using its like crack i just keep abusin

in need like a blood transfusion..

as long as its just YOU im using.

Untitled.

Talk is cheap, no discounts.

Am I the only one you think about?

Even if you brain thought of thinking?

Misery loves company.

I'm not miserable but I'd sure enjoy your company.

Horizontal companionship with vertical bliss components..

Infect me with your loving, can't love wide open.

I'm cashed in, no exchanges no refunds.

Is this what I really want?

Definitions couldn't even justify, of how my thoughts harbor inside.