poetry

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vOISIVvur64

theres this game that we play....and im tired of...the person who starts fluctates back and forth...

i dont ever want to be that way again...
angry singles poem....
buttbutt
winkywinky
boboo

shanking my head ...yea i said shaking my head because these nicknames got me wanting ......

i wish we could speak in hugs so that as i get tongue tied looking in your eyes the sensation your body against mine would remind me that this time was the next time that i had promised myself last time that i would make the conscious decision to be weak and let you in.... as the steam from the mug rises like many times before though we keep thrusting, grunting, pounding, loudly screaming i am sure that as i walk out that door this visit just like time after time before you would have barely let me in... we aint doin nuttin but fuckin... and as im down on all knees beggin you to continuously please me from the back...there is no recognition of the position in which we not only thrust one another but trust one another im letting you in physically but mentally and emotionally you lack you ability to sitmulte my thoughts are limp...you fall short of engaging me past a momentarily happy