AHHHHH!
What the F...
LITTLE TIP FOR STUPID BOYS: DO NOT
Lead me on, Tell me you love my best friend, cry that i say "fine, F you," spend the entire summer wooing her, then try to call me THE NIGHT SHE LEAVES TOWN to "talk."
THAT'S SOME CRAP.
All summer, Mr. Future Millionaire gave up THE BEST THING IN THE WORLD (AHEM) for, and I quote Cara, a "horse-faced frumpmyster." THE NIGHT SHE LEAVES THE BEST MESSAGE YOU CAN COME UP WITH IS "HEY L- CALL ME IF YOU WANNA TALK?" HELL NO I DON'T WANT TO TALK TO YOU!!! IN FACT, I WANTED TO LEAVE THE MOMENT I SAW YOU WALK INTO MY COFFEE HOUSE WITH THAT MAN STEALIN SO-AND-SO, BUT I DIDN'T. I SMILED, I MADE AS NICE AS I COULD. In fact, I'd like to think myself DAMN NEAR CIVIL this whole time.
RUB MY FACE IN IT WHY DONCHA?
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Welcome. If you want truth, you just passed it. This is Idealism.
Whispers of Temptation
I, much concerned with life
Saw the skull beneath the skin
And lustful creatures all around
Lean forward with lips full and grin.
Dead brown roots instead of balls
Drain the attention of wandering eyes
He knew my rambuncitious thoughts
Called in by lusts and luxeries.
He, I guessed, was a hands-on learner
Who could control not his fervor
To seize.
And force.
And dictate.
Calmed by nothing but that which penetrates
His flesh knew not patience,
His hand an expert beyond experience,
My body not yet a temple,
And I, quickly lead by harsh desires.
* * *
Summer was nice : The extreme heat
Gave way to naked skin
For short, but sweet unknown release
Giving fruitless promises of bliss.
From a chaise lounge, One can see a world.
Observing, planning, asserting.
Scheming.
Mouth-watering.
From which he pounced; and with quick declaration.
"I lust for you"
A force on my subtlty.
Even the slightest hint
Aroused a deeper cry
For flames that danced between
To keep the empty warm.
On ne voit bien qu'avec le cœur, l'essentiel est invisible pour les yeux.- Antoine de Saint-Exupery, Le Petit Prince
Writing Baltimore.
Welcome. If you want truth, you just passed it. This is Idealism.
Me, Playing Poet.
Whispers of Temptation
I, much concerned with life
Saw the skull beneath the skin
And lustful creatures all around
Lean forward with lips full and grin.
Dead brown roots instead of balls
Drain the attention of wandering eyes
He knew my rambuncitious thoughts
Called in by lusts and luxeries.
He, I guessed, was a hands-on learner
Who could control not his fervor
To seize.
And force.
And dictate.
Calmed by nothing but that which penetrates
His flesh knew not patience,
His hand an expert beyond experience,
My body not yet a temple,
And I, quickly lead by harsh desires.
* * *
Summer was nice : The extreme heat
Gave way to naked skin
For short, but sweet unknown release
Giving fruitless promises of bliss.
From a chaise lounge, One can see a world.
Observing, planning, asserting.
Scheming.
Mouth-watering.
From which he pounced; and with quick declaration.
"I lust for you"
A force on my subtlty.
Even the slightest hint
Aroused a deeper cry
For flames that danced between
To keep the empty warm.
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