I don’t try to smother people, but it’s kinda hard not to fuck up sometimes.
pro’s of dating me
- i love being cuddled
- i will kiss u literally whenever u want 24/7
- i look gross so you will always seem more attractive by comparison
I woke up with you on my breath. Famished for lust. A muse worth a lakh of rupees. Lacking you, this day is a trudge through muddy crusted thoughts of wind swept shores and crescent moons. Sooner or later, it will abate, but I’ll hate myself for letting it go. Letting it slow my pulse and calm my nerves. Swerving drunken on sunken memories. Effervescent eyes burned into my mind’s eye unblinkingly. Unerringly guiding the twists of intent. Unleashed torments of agonized longing. My closed eyes lie to me. A form exposed denying perception. These collections of want are wontonly spewing through my polluted abyss, persisting on the lifeblood of my cancerous affliction. My addiction. My feverish haste to make waste of your innocence with dominance and soft hands. Blending reality without morality. 50 shades of you. All this is yours, abhorrent and torrid. Flawed and subservient. Grasp with clenched fists the surface of our tryst and anchor deeply for the world is young and time is fleetingly speeding forth. This dream is mine. What’s yours?
Later today, a very long rant on online dating and its connection to social media and telecommunications that’s exsanguinating peoples’ perceptions on partners and dating in general.
I want to author a book and title it “Poems about Fucking; artistic discourse on intercourse.”