Monday, February 20, 2012

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NEGATIVE ENERGY ALL AROUND.

it's time to put your weapon down.

Thursday, February 16, 2012

WHORE BAIT.

I left my phone at his house.
I am not worried, in the least bit, 
as to whether or not he will go through my messages/photos.

At any given time in my life [before him]
I would have been caught up.

I would have at least 5 different men texting my "Inbox".
I would have photos of different musicians stark naked.
I would have e-mails filled with sexual favors flooding my phone.

Not that I was a major whore,
but because no one ever mattered to me.

No one took the time to actually love me.

Now that I have found love,
I find myself less afraid of
being the actual human that I am today.

Monday, February 13, 2012

I ALWAYS WANT TO FUCK YOU.

It has come to my attention...
due to recent event's in the life of a friend,
that I am fully engulfed in the love that I have found.
Without judgement, without cruel intentions, 100% in love.

Sometimes people forget their lover's human needs.
They don't care for them sexually.
Don't mind where they go, or why.
Forget the pheromones pouring from their skin.
Lack time to play the memory game with their partner's sensory nerves.
Feel that a compliment is "old news" in their relationship.
Would rather hang up the phone than confess their love.
Are careless with their own bodies out of selfishness.

This is a written document, for my own prudish self,
to remember this feeling... right now...

I WILL ALWAYS FUCK YOU,
JUST THE WAY YOU 
NEED TO BE FUCKED.

I will consistently want to make you, and your body,
feel as absolutely blissful as humanly possible.
Not because you taste like a cupcake, but 
because I love everything about you.
I want you to feel amazing, forever.

Let me love the living fuck out of you.

So far, you're doing an amazing job.
 
& if I ever forget...
just show me this page...
then slowly take off my undergarments.

Sunday, February 5, 2012

BEAUTIFUL WET PUSSY.


I just want to commend these lovely ladies
on being such an inspiration to all aspiring Band Aids.

DREAMS DO COME TRUE, GIRLS!

 A standing ovation to the women of rock hotel rooms.