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an overwhelming sea of billboards, I blinded by greed.
NEW YORK, NEW YORK, its a Hell of a town!
Sunning ones self...
Horizon | Bill Domonkos, 2018
Image from page 550 of Treatment of the diseases of children, 1909.
Sunning ones self...
Horizon | Bill Domonkos, 2018
Image from page 550 of Treatment of the diseases of children, 1909.
My Cowboy.
He needed help. And how could I help a cowboy? What was the best way to help him? I have no fucking idea.
"All apologies man! What else could I say?"
Is it weird to say that when he said this, I had the best eargasm ever. It's not because it's spring and in this season women are particularly "in heat", but the thing is that he looked hot as hell when he said this to my dad.
Now, to help the man that accidentally spilled his coffee drink on my texan dad's shirt, I said that he was a dear friend of mine and that he didn't do that on purpose.
My dad looked at me as if I killed his dog Roofus. Acting as if I was innocent, I look back at him and say "What's up? You're surely not mad just because of a mere shirt getting dirty, are you? Come on now dad! Can you go inside and get me a cappuccino please?" by now I was only rambling. But nonetheless my dad nodded at the man and went inside.
"Thanks for getting me out of the dirt, doll. He was pissed as hell, thought he was gon beat the fuck outta me and I would never see the light again." he said while chuckling.
"Nah, don't sweat it. You know texan men have anger issues." I laugh.
"Name's Blaze by the way. Nice to meet you." he gave me his hand and I shook it while saying: "I'm Brooklyn. Nice to meet ya too! Are you new to town? Haven't seen ya round here before"
"Yeahhh. Got here a week ago. Moved from Dallas. Wanted to change scenery and got to Austin. People 've told me that they have pretty cowgirls 'roun here, you know."
Oh you sneaky little shit.
A New York Love Story Part 1
Summer time circa 2013 in the heart of the jungle New York City just a little after 10 o'clock pm the sky above me covered in the deepest midnight blue looked as smooth as satan with specs of stars giving it a look as if it was diamonds glistening under the full moon, thats when I spotted him. My heart instantly fell to the pit of my stomach in disbelief that my lost love was standing right in front of me. Thinking to myself i must be suffering from a bad case of dejavu but the look he held in his eyes spoke oh so clearly sorta like when something very sentimental has been lost or stolen and there will never be a replacement simply because the item at hand holds no value to anyone else just you and its irreplaceable. Tears filled my eyes as I stared into yours watching you in the middle of times square under all of the lights. It felt as if the world stopped spinning on its axes and at that very moment it had stopped in connection of two hearts beating as one. His hand grabbed mines with the lightest most delicate grip as my tears began to fall tainting the carefully applied clinique concealer and foundation the color of fresh golden almonds I'd applied earlier that day. Dressed in tie dye navy blue and white Born Fly clothing sweats with a navy blue and grey yankees snapback with blue and white jordan's number thirteen edition. Classic beats by dre studios sat perfectly along the top of your snapback covering your ears as if moments before we approached one another you were trying to block out the sounds of the infamous jungle to concentrate on the beat that flowed through your ipod system. His gripped got tighter as began pulling me off to the side out of the way of the anxious passer byers who were power walking some even running to get to their precious destinations. Standing now with my back against one of many pizza shops our bodies were perfectly in sync touching one another. So close that I could smell the only sent that has ever taken me to so many heights I thought was morbidly impossible Higher by Christian Dior. With every breath I inhaled my lungs found it hard to exhale not wanting to release the precious scent wanting to hold it in captivity forever. I could hear the sounds of Maxwell's 'whenever, wherever, whatever' flowing from my earbuds making the tears splash tremendously in his warm embrace. No words could be spoken as he carefully stroked my hair so delicately as if I was a newborn infant whom he loved and cherished. Soft whispers as he released the earbud from my right ear saying 'the moment our eyes connected he placed back together my shattered heart'. Thinking to myself why I lost our love in the first place, I wasn't emotionally prepared to give my all but that didn't stop me from falling. When I left for the jungle my heart had escaped my chest and ran into his soul into his hands leaving me to go on without it. No matter how much I suppressed the feelings every night when im alone they eventually comevspilling out like I hit a vein leaving teardrop stains on my red silk pillow cases. See I thought moving back to the heart of the jungle the place I'd loved and adored since day one would heal me from all that I thought I was missing but the longer im here the more a piece of me was released from my soul. Still in his warm embrace I drifted to the many nights he would cooked me the finest cuisines. We would head to Whole Foods supermarket where he would pick the fattest lobster tails, the freshest yellow corn which he had a way of distinguishing from the many shades of green husk, shrimps so big just for every pound it was five dollars and the bag would maybe only contain fifteen. We would sit in his loft with evisu his ever friendly pit bull as he would cook we would be under the high big mahogany kitchen table playing a game of fetch and a game of tug-a-war.
A New York Love Story Part 2 cont...
He would create the nicest plate settings. Red ceramic apple plates with sterling silver Harchow flatware and Crystal Classic wine glasses with twenty four caret gold rims filled with the sweetest sangria by Madria . You lit the place with three red currant Prize candles simply enthralling. Sounds of Dizzy Gillespie’s ‘my heart belongs to daddy’ flowed through the speakers giving the moment pure bliss. Seated directly in front of me I couldn’t help but to stare into his pretty brown eyes and admire the ceaser cut he had received earlier in the day, his brush waves were deep like the ocean on a hot humid day. It was at that moment when he leaned in touching my face with a sweet soft caress speaking to my heart with his eyes. We ate the delightful meal holding intimate conversations about any and everything. With the table all cleared and the speakers spilling out my favorite song of all time Mint Condition’s 'You send me swingin’ we slow danced with our bodies so close my pelvis felt like it was molded into his grinding slowly. French kisses letting our tongues take control of the moment. Gently he began to remove my Crooks and Castle tunic exposing my red La Pearla bra which my size 34 C titties sat up perfectly in. Moving his kisses from my lips to my neck licking and kissing me so soft my heart melted. Removing my bra admiring the hardness of my nipples shaped like chocolate Hershey kisses. He went in. Sucking them uncontrollably my panties began to fill with the sweet necture of my pussy juices I yearned for more. Soft uncontrollable moans released from my lips as he lift my body onto the mahogany kitchen table removing my dark wash skinny Nudie jeans followed by taking off my matching red La Pearla panties. Diving right in kissing my precious pearl clit then licking the sweet nectar I moaned in pure extasy and began moving my pelvis up and down sexing his face. Sucking my clit harder and placed his tongue directly into the cave of my pussy moving it in and out. Enjoying the pleasures of his tongue the feeling began to increasingly get stronger and my legs began to shake forcing out a full eruption of cum into his mouth, I watched as he swallowed my love.
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.
A New York Love Story Part 4 cont..
Im so afraid of love I began to plead with God himself while his ever soft lips were combined intertwined with mine. Thinking about the days the months and the year we were apart I was the dancer missing my sun, the cold summer in june that was obviously out of place knowing that he was everything that I needed that I wanted that I truly missed. My feet felt as if they were cemented on the block of times square I couldn't move still stunned still in awe. Back at my apartment in the heart of Harlem, Washington heights we sat drenched in heartache and so many questions. Staring into his soul seated at the edge of my California king size bed I caressed his silk like brown skin. Touching my hand keeping it placed upon his cheeks I felt his tears began to fall. 'I never meant to hurt you' is all I said as the river of tears became a tsunami crying uncontrollably. I held him inside of my arms realizing no one had ever cried for me, so many tears many hard to wipe away, streams flowing my soul decided to take a swim in them. 'Why'd you leave me Lyric, I've been walking this earth's surface empty, lost and confused. When you left you took all of me with you, why leave me... I love you Lyric.' Sending back to that very day he uttered the most breath taking words he'd ever spoken to me my body began to tense up again. 'Dont do this to my heart cant take it.' I said as the tears flowed at a steady pace. Looking at me the sorrow began to mix with confusion 'You think my heart can take it?! I feel like a fool sitting here after all the tormenting heartache you've dragged me through for almost a whole year I've been blaming myself for all of this even though I could never figure out what could I've possibly done so wrong'. Turning my back so he wouldn't see the everlasting pain and misery 'you dont understand, love equals pain those words go hand and hand together and once you fall there's no coming back from it. Its a dangerous game a game of chance I cant play'. I said. 'You think this a game?! This aint no joke, I been played out before so I would never hurt you. Man I've never loved anyone as much as I love you. My world revolves around Lyric, I'd rather live in your world than without you in mines'. Pulling me close and turning my face so now I was facing him I began to give in to him.
Passing through Times Square by Mareen Fischinger
times square new york, new york 2017
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