At everything I do, I have to be the best at it. What’s real about me is that I always have a next level hunger far beyond my eating habits. I admit that i may have an affinity with a woman’s beauty and that thing that she does when I can lock eyes with her as she pretends not to look at me. If my answer to your question sounds like I’m bragging, then maybe you’ve heard the wrong answer too many times and now the right answer feels like you shouldn’t have it. You can retreat into your world or the comfort of your profession but heed my words in this lesson, and your thoughts of me, you and what you deserve will never be a question but your heart and mind’s suggestion.

I used to hate it because so many couldn’t say it, but now the sound of it (my name) whether rightly or mispronounced sounds great rolling off of a woman’s tongue and passing her lips. Can you remember the aftermath aches, the thigh twitches and knee shakes when you released my names from deep inside? I called it the Great Escape!… Remember me…

My first mistake was offering, now I have nothing to offer, so drained of life now I feel closer to my coffin. I can’t let go of the voices that hold me close to them, however, if ever, I am able, I will escape this fable. Sometimes I reminisce to a time when I loved to love and my head was so in the clouds that I walked around looking up.

But since then my high has simmered to a slow cooling that burns my skin from the outside in. I have the ability to f*** her until she forgets, but that alone makes her remember why she will now only settles for the d***. My responsibility propels me forward to greater tasks but sometimes I still have to ask, ” Is this life for me or am I just a pawn, I’m beginning to hate the dawn, would I be wrong for blowing one so that I can finally see what type of s***they be on?”

Then I digress with a halt away from my own sorrow, pray that there’s a tomorrow and that a stray won’t graze a main artery and put a slow end to me. Can’t you understand that since 24-7, my head’s radio has led me to believe, that the voices in my head all need to be freed. I’m at a turning point, so I pivot with no dribble lift off to a higher plane, switch to my own lane, so I can rightfully (haters) pass you. I know this one may not be as the others but this is my time and space on the cypher so f*** it.

I can be very truculent when I’m patiently buffering to a prequel to my takeover of this realm to end all suffering, I’m holding, so be bold if you need to, by all means slow it down and don’t speed through, I want you to catch all of this before I leave you…

You’ve seen it before so why show he norm if the norm is so predictable that it no longer sincerely wows you. I don’t need to be a past time, but a more or yes more, of a full time reminiscent oasis defining your now permanent mentally stimulating orgasmic occasion. I waste none of you and yours for it relinquishes your body of its frustrations and quenches my thirst simultaneously… Find me…

After a long day of work, it would complete my day if I could beat her home, cook dinner and draw her bath. While she is soaking, I take out something comfortable for her to lounge in and fix a bowl of fruit to nourish her fatigued body. Wash her back for her and squeeze the warm water down her spine. Help her to dry off and carry her over to the bed to massage in her favorite lotion and body mist.

Leave trails of kisses on her shoulders and upper back then carry her to the dinner table after I dress her. Feed her dinner and sit on the couch with her head resting on my lap. Run my fingers through her hair until she dozes off and carry her to bed. Watch as she squirms until shes comfortable knowing that she is waiting on me to spoon her and undress and do just that. We both fall asleep and wake up at about 3 am and take each others energy once more…

Aggression and passion are in sync with only a hair of a window that separates the link. My lust for life and the beauties of it are with and include she that an withstand my firm stance at being A man and loving her individuality that goes so well with me. I love to sex her day, make love to her mind and give her the best f******experience of her existence. However, can she stand, sit and lay inside of a mental connection with me…

What good is sitting on top of the world if there is only room for one? Having the world in the palm of your hands significantly mean that you’re not a part of it- meaning, how can you influence or change it is you place yourself outside of it. My state of mind and body rejects proposals of ignorance and malice. I feed with my mind’s fangs of the air I breathe. It nourishes my comfort in being alone with mine own vices… The world spins in silence beside my ears loudly as my head rests in my palms, to my wrist and elbow that supports my burdens of freshly old while I sit anticipatingly on my throne…

I’m sitting during a standing ovation for me (wishing I was somewhere else). I look around the room at all of the unfamiliar faces of those that I have never met, have met in passing or have gotten a message to me. I smile with a slightness of sarcasm. (something is missing) I look around the speaker as he introduces me, to the reserved seat third from my left. I can still see the name of whom it was reserved for. Reality hits me. I look down and close my eyes in the same motion. The applause distances. I take in a deep breath and stand. The echo of the doors slamming broke the silence of my meditation.

My eyes open to see her walking down the aisle towards the stage. She smiles the only smile that can blanket my masculinity with the support that I need and still hold he own. My lips curl to a smile. She doesn’t let her tardiness stop her grand entrance. He (yes him!) tingles. I approach the microphone and instead of giving a speech I look into her eyes and say…. I like you…

From the bowels of the abyss I raise your awarenesses to a simple kiss to the forehead of possibility. I define me as you should you. Enter with me into a place of tranquility, where the highest of he high is the lowest that you will ever go. Where your best days will soon become the worst of what you will ever have to experience. The love for life as it was meant to blossom. Where making love can be as simple as a sincere hello that finds her intertwined with the caresses of your stare. Yes, this is not only possible. It is written.

Who’s to blame for your lack of substance abuse when that substance is me and I plead with you? When I offer you a release like no other will you bother to foster my efforts to please your pussy at a stance?  Not at a glance but with great width I stretch your lady’s lips apart from their original structure. I puncture your spirit allowing only my dick to fit your now widened entrance’s existence. If you doubt me I don’t argue or try to push the issue of me just the fact that you now possess a certain curiosity about the possibilities of your body inviting me to allow you to cum for me for you to also whether with my dick or tongue and lips pressed against yours. Yes I grab your sway and bring you to me. I no longer would have to thrust in order for you to come to me. Just as you tense up when you know he’s going in, a friend now to you he has become so if you run it’s only slightly when you reluctantly let me know that I’ve won.  What a presence I bring to your mind when the walls of your mental capacity expand beyond what you thought was your plateau after your disappointments then to the palms and fingers from your hands.

Pardon my lateness but the greatness of what my dick has to offer your space is all but just a thrust but throbs of generous passion for you to enjoy as a prequel to the feature of climaxes that I assume you deserve. Why hold my tongue when your pussy can hold it for me in such a way that it causes my saliva to mix with your clits secretions creating a moisterous meeting? I would rather doctor your inhibitions with my heart’s intuition to recognize your position underneath me on your stomach with ass in air I push until I reach your reluctant thoughts to plummet. If I were to shift my waist to the left and stretch my slightly curved dick to the extent of your right walls surface, would your body ask me to do it again? Yes I want to cum and yes I want to release as strongly as I fuck you with my knees bent, eyes forward, your head down on the pillow, your cheeks spread as far apart as I can get them, my hands spreading them father as I shove him in hoping for little to no resistance, you bracing me chasing your pussy’s rise and fall, my balls pounding against your lady’s surface, your legs tightening, your teeth biting, the pillow beneath seems to now be fighting back, the tip of my dick now very glossy and the bed underneath us is soaked with your juices and my precum from when he grazed the bed just before I slid him in, then…

You explode with what was left of your energy to reintroduce to me submissively, your  you that you have since longed to be. I am… Moreo J