Last night I awoke from one years sleep
Dreaming the man of my dreams was the man of my dreams
Clouded minds equals clouded images of the weak and feeble playing its hand
Mystic rivers and sea’s have now become me as I am able to see that my knight and or king was actually an unlucky pawn
Patiently waiting for the day when our sin is no longer sin
When each night I’m faced with your embrace
It’s no longer lust filled energy as you kiss me before entering me
Waiting when adultery was not misconstrue d as love while confusing images of us intertwined and practicing the ancient art of Kama Sutra
Positivity providing enough energy to force out the empty feeling of being alone
When dead conversations’ leading to penetrations was not something you did for ample gain to keep me caged in this lust filled emotion
Rolling a coaster up and down confusing it as progress and a false sense of accomplishment
Simple kisses and acts public affection are as strictly forbidden as the forbidden dance
Bed ridden entrances are the lock and key of keeping me semi happy and keeping me be
Afraid of losing orgasm one, two and three
Unfortunately that makes up our destiny
A destiny that you no longer want to change. No escaping. Content with the extent of all of this.
My unhappiness has to fuel your fire and provide you with power.
Staying dormant is more important than feelings of love
We have hibernated in the gates of the bedroom,
Sunshine would have made us bloom.
But I have welcomed the kingdom of doom’.
Darkness and secrets doomed us from the start.
Thinking that eventually your feelings would surpass mine and I would then slow down to allow yours to become equal or catch up.
Doomed that when the time comes
You would choose me.
These are just dreams
Endings come close and I am still waiting to be chosen.
Had this been happening to a friend I would instruct her just… let… it… go
Too bad I can’t listen to my own words
Deeper feelings of loneness escape
When you’re here I’m alone
When you gone I’m alone
When we speak I am alone
But once my peak is reached you’re here right with me
Enjoying the same sensations
Falsely singing my name, drinking cum and Cumming
Manipulating the situation by deceiving me and the situation
As I have become 37 different people to keep your one person.
Hoping my love would brush off on you like wiping dirt off of one’s shoulders.
Destroying dignity and self worth for a human being other than the one who created me.
Doing bad by myself once seemed too far to fetch.
Catching feelings that were not meant to be caught
Now fighting with you and trying to persuade you into doing things that are not naturally known to you. But naturally known and is a representative of me.
I commend your efforts but my work is much more commendable.
In closing as the end draws near, I’m loosing my grip and can no longer hang on.
Practicing what I preach is like practicing for an exam where the test in my life and the grades are the decisions I have made.
The tests might not have been passed with flying colors but at least I have enough time to study for others
Last night I awoke from a year long nightmare still not believing that dreams can come true
What I do believe is if you can’t change the people around you, I would change the people around you….