I Can Tell There's A Deeper Connection That's Uniting Our Souls Besides Two Boroughs. You've Watched

I can tell there's a deeper connection that's uniting our souls besides two boroughs. You've watched me from a distance just as I've done the same but I wont call it computer love I'm contemplating can we go deeper... can you send me swinging like your enchanting poetry you write me after dark and the way your words wear my name. I pray this ain't game because honestly I don't want my heart to beat the same as it did in the past. Those stolen moments I can't get back and I don't want to because there's a reason they didn't last. I can admit I'm cautious but the rarities I see in you makes me curious. I always wanted to run back to that concrete jungle and live wild and free with someone who accepts me for me. Someone with nurses my soul with love and loyalty and will never take their love from me.

Wading in the oceans waves but I’m done waiting for you. Full of regrets wasting time when I know it’s only of the essence but I’ve invested more than a couple of seconds on you. We’re you wading and waiting for me? Maybe the connection isn’t connecting because your lost at sea. Sailing away while I’m wasting away wasting yet another day. I’m all souled out because for you I sold out. Morals and values gone doing things I can’t go home and be proud of. Fornication while on vacation when I know I deserved the jewel of a diamond before I unleashed my jewel, my precious pearl. Cold nights and you shattered my world but I can’t let you be the last thing on my mind and I’m a fool expressing my passion and pain in poetry all for you nah this time it’s for me. I’m more than that ordinary love and I can’t be taken for granted but why must your waves reverberate leaving me tossing and turning in the heat of the night it’s another ambien night.

Ambien Night’s part 2

“What’s the worst thing I’ve stolen? Probably little pieces of other people’s lives. Where I’ve either wasted their time or hurt them in some way. That’s the worst thing you can steal, the time of other people. You just can’t get that back.”

— Chester Bennington  (via perrfectly)

A New York Love Story Part 3 cont...

Sitting up now on the kitchen table I pulled him in for a kiss tasting my sweet necture all over his tongue and lips. Removing his black and white Trukfit tee placing my lips on his perfect abs giving each ab one kiss I counted six in total then removed his light wash California Republic jeans then black boxer briefs with Calvin Klein stitched in white along his perfect waist line. Joining me on the table I gripped his hardness taking every inch into my mouth until it reached the back of my throat. As he whispered my name giving me an even more hot feeling as if I was a raging bull. Gripping my hair pushing his hardness further into my mouth he suddenly stop. Laying me flat onto my back he pushed his love into my love which blended into the most intense feeling of them all. Each stroke was a journey making my body feel like poetry flowing slowly into my soul. The deeper he went the louder I moaned, the faster he went the more I placed my perfect overlay nails into his back leaving welts like he was attacked by a vicious mountain lion. 'I love you' were the words he said to me which suddenly turned on the switch of emotion sending my body in convulsions erupting my necture on to your hardness. The intense orgasium froze my thought process sending me into a trance, he began to stroke harder. Falling back into reality I bent my head back in extasy drenced in our passion of sweat I moan 'I love you' in return. His body began to tremble uncontrollably, I could feel the flow of his cum sliding down my pussy walls and onto the table.

As my mind runs doing 90 on the express way, playing second is a game that I won’t play. Candle light vigual rest in light to what we did have, vulnerability is a bitch I admit but I must laugh. I fell victim to deceit and I won’t cry, not from the pain but because I wasted my time. Of the essence why’d I let you get another second? You full of gas had me thinking I was your only blessing. Wont reminisce it wasn’t real pure pulp fiction, Tarantino wrote your script so it was Oscar bitten. You sent ice cold chills down my warm spine, took my stars and my moon snatched my sunshine. No apologies can cure this you left my heart comatose, I have to end this masquerade take a bow this is our last show