Sex Tonight
Posted: Tue Oct 08, 2002 8:49 am
Frightening. I beautify my face. Tired. Naked. I struggle to place myself in a disturbed mood. There is too much to be excited over. The baby sings. Caged bird howls. Distant fingers cross my borders. That was time. Time ago.
Today. Not a past life. Today. Life. Pursue a culture. Start my own nation. Until I fall apart. Uphold unlawful codes. Come on back to the war. Child. We love you oh so much. Paper. Sex. Papersex. Odd rules. I do not make them. I just uphold them. Did you love me before the struggle? Holy nation. Truthful revisit. Lovely time. Come on back again. Do you love me? Do you? Do you?
Silly boy. Silly girl. You are not fucking yet. What is wrong? Nothing is right. Ive got ten pounds to lose tomorrow and a soul to win over again. Again. Again. I am buried in the cemetery of my uncles risen body. Where do you love? I am not fucking yet. I am not loving yet. The sex is starved, the action awaken. Where is F.?
This future we hold in our hands. Emotion. Wait until another day. I meet you. I shake your hand. This time we kiss. Kiss again. Leads to more. More leads. Many holds being had. Each other. Wrestling on a firm mattress. Clothes off. There goes your dress. Thanks for wearing one. Easier to take off. Ive got no more seconds left to wait. Weve been together too long not to be this close. Come on. Come on. She says to the whisper of my ear. Come on down. Down into the bush. The boy belongs there. Belong. Belong. Feel my naked love. You are worth more than you think. Give me your tongue. Give me your tongue. Give me your tongue. All nightlong. I have not presence. No state of mind. Lets spend the night together. All night long. Doing nothing. Doing sex. Doing love. There were so many rumors about us. Let us make them real. Real to each other.
My motivation is you. Your motivation is what you behold the expectation of me. Under covers. On tables. On desks. Beneath magic carpets. Anywhere and everywhere to be had. Lick. Scrap. Up. Down. In. Closer. There. Deeper. Further. I like it. I love it. I want it. Now. Now. Now. You are incredible, incredibly naïve. Once and awhile is enough. Spoil what we have. Too much. Too the same. I need another. Another. Another. She said she loves what she cannot have. I am too easy to be had. Too easy. Too fucking easy. I do not mind being used for sex. Sex is what F. told me to do. Sex is the mobile pioneer from the land of Mars. Sex is the factory where I create my death. Sex is the oven of remorse that cremates your dead mother. I am sex. Sex is me. Let me be without sex. I cannot be. This is an addiction. A sentiment to me. I am the narration dead. The narrator. Who is this character? Action set. Make me sex. Make me sex. Tongue the head of my finger tip prick. This time I am alone. Naked. Free. Full of no more sorrow. This time I am only who F. told me to be. I was used. I was sued. I am all of your future parties. Your future ex husbands. Your future cheating wives. I am the devastation in amount.
That will be the end.
Today. Not a past life. Today. Life. Pursue a culture. Start my own nation. Until I fall apart. Uphold unlawful codes. Come on back to the war. Child. We love you oh so much. Paper. Sex. Papersex. Odd rules. I do not make them. I just uphold them. Did you love me before the struggle? Holy nation. Truthful revisit. Lovely time. Come on back again. Do you love me? Do you? Do you?
Silly boy. Silly girl. You are not fucking yet. What is wrong? Nothing is right. Ive got ten pounds to lose tomorrow and a soul to win over again. Again. Again. I am buried in the cemetery of my uncles risen body. Where do you love? I am not fucking yet. I am not loving yet. The sex is starved, the action awaken. Where is F.?
This future we hold in our hands. Emotion. Wait until another day. I meet you. I shake your hand. This time we kiss. Kiss again. Leads to more. More leads. Many holds being had. Each other. Wrestling on a firm mattress. Clothes off. There goes your dress. Thanks for wearing one. Easier to take off. Ive got no more seconds left to wait. Weve been together too long not to be this close. Come on. Come on. She says to the whisper of my ear. Come on down. Down into the bush. The boy belongs there. Belong. Belong. Feel my naked love. You are worth more than you think. Give me your tongue. Give me your tongue. Give me your tongue. All nightlong. I have not presence. No state of mind. Lets spend the night together. All night long. Doing nothing. Doing sex. Doing love. There were so many rumors about us. Let us make them real. Real to each other.
My motivation is you. Your motivation is what you behold the expectation of me. Under covers. On tables. On desks. Beneath magic carpets. Anywhere and everywhere to be had. Lick. Scrap. Up. Down. In. Closer. There. Deeper. Further. I like it. I love it. I want it. Now. Now. Now. You are incredible, incredibly naïve. Once and awhile is enough. Spoil what we have. Too much. Too the same. I need another. Another. Another. She said she loves what she cannot have. I am too easy to be had. Too easy. Too fucking easy. I do not mind being used for sex. Sex is what F. told me to do. Sex is the mobile pioneer from the land of Mars. Sex is the factory where I create my death. Sex is the oven of remorse that cremates your dead mother. I am sex. Sex is me. Let me be without sex. I cannot be. This is an addiction. A sentiment to me. I am the narration dead. The narrator. Who is this character? Action set. Make me sex. Make me sex. Tongue the head of my finger tip prick. This time I am alone. Naked. Free. Full of no more sorrow. This time I am only who F. told me to be. I was used. I was sued. I am all of your future parties. Your future ex husbands. Your future cheating wives. I am the devastation in amount.
That will be the end.