Next session TBA

I want these bodies...

Pieces So Im sitting here… at my computer.

Alone again, and full of longing.

I had found something… someone..

Lighting up my days, she stands across an ocean…

Beconing me with her sweet words

I'm enchanted…

I'm amused at my own actions,

The thoughts of her laugh filling up my day…

I had asked her once, before many things,

"Have you read the little prince?"

"no" she answered, "or maybe… I don't remember"

She seemed so sad then, so lost…

Her defiance righteous, because why would we love?

For whom?

But then she laughed… for me.

And she showed me the pieces of her broken heart…

She pulled out Convoluted Vocables Begot within proximity of my paroxysmal remedy,
Where my debilitated grasp writhes with each antiquity.
Each lexeme serves to adumbrate each letter I reciprocate,
In every superseding feeling feeding every figure eight.

Every inclement, increment descried a fallacious odyssey.
Every niveous, colloquy described a capricious guarantee.
Pulchritudinous, parlances bolster laconic mutinies,
Where an immaculate, immolate dictates my own identity. In the Closet... We fucked for one long night
While everyone was dancing
I took you to the closet
Ironic, isn't it?

We undressed each other quickly
Never parting our lips
All that was left were
A pair of white trainer socks

My fingers dragged up and down
Touching all the right places
My lips move, down your neck,
shoulder, breast, stomach and hip

Lifting your legs onto my shoulders
Tongue licking softly up your thighs
My hands rested on your stomach
As I wrote my name on your clit

Two of my fingers came down
Going for the sweet spot
Hand and tongue pulsing
Together in unison

You muffle your moans
Attempting not to let
The unknowing audie Pseudotheatrics He is but the apple of my eye,
Poured from the finest vinyl chloride,
Molded through fleeting desires,
And I-

Found that sleepless nights
Wander to and fro,
Fueled by bitter loneliness felt not once,
But years ago.

It's a double date with futility,
With my better half walking beside me.
It's a pay-phone call-collect treaty,
And there's no guarantee.

~*~

~*~

~*~

~*~

~*~

~*~

~*~

~*~

~*~

~*~

~*~

I swear, the way this guy writes is so entertaining, it's not funny. I think he could write about something completely boring, like...a wall, and I'd still be laughing and grinning.

AKA The Scandalous Dowager Duchess. She manages to combine refinement, profanity, wicked intelligence, and endearing sweetness all in one person. If I could step into someone's shoes for a day, I'd choose her. Just to see how she thinks. She is currently attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. No lie.

I just think the way this guy expresses himself is wonderful. Very articulate, and very passionate about finding art a lot later in life than the majority of people on this site, which is something I can relate to.

Miss Creativity. In her art, how she speaks, how she dresses, how she thinks...

~more to come...