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And I can sleep
And I can sleep:
I had so much to say, I had this thing in me that felt like I needed to explain, but why, why, why, I am happy in my life, and the way things are going, I can see the next step so clearly, why did I let this thing almost control me, I will only allow one man to do that, and it’s only if I am in the mood and he loves me like that, and I crave him like a brandy on a cold night, just soaking in my hot bubble bath and listening to Bach or something Bulgarian, because there artist kick ass
He wants me to play, and he said it is ok, he knows I go both ways, but I could never commit an act of a pedophile, He knows who I feel the drive too, even if someone may become a bit confused, I know my words come out in a mixed display, I blame it on my bloodline, it’s all over the place but my body has a certain kind of craving and my soul and heart well they don’t belong to me, they are in Kurdistan with him awaiting me
I talked to the oldest of my 17 brothers today he said he is happy for me, I told him about Kurdistan and he said he will go with me when I am done with school, he said girl that’s what’s up, you know I like to just pack it and go, I was like hell ya don’t we know it, and I am just the bitch to play with the wind, he said are you sure it’s just so fucking far? I was like hell I would travel it a thousand times back, what this Kurd does to me, I wish everyone could get a man like that
I told him on several occasions, he should open a school were men could learn to be like him, sometimes I get mad oh he fires me up, but I wouldn’t want it any other way I would get bored and he wouldn’t be the one to handle me, he is all about the passion and he literally told me to shut the fuck up, that takes balls and mmm I love his, He speaks to me in poetry and makes the worlds I take us to, a place of reality he doesn’t deny me anything and
He is amazing my life is like so taken, his knowledge is breathtaking, I have to face the facts I will never be half as brilliant as him, well art was his major and years of growing into manly perfection, mad him a celestial reflection, and even the 1902 Beethoven Frieze, by Klimt, does not compare to his pure brilliance and raw unadulterated talents, If only my foot could hold a pebble of his gifts I would be like mmm look at this, not him, he is so perfectly content
I had so many things to say, I was a bit angry, I was misconstrued into something I am not, and I didn’t like the confinement I was feeling, but talking to my oldest brother, and finalizing plans to go to my beloved Kurdistan, so I can sit upon the lap of the world’s only perfect man, and take my time licking him from head to toe and loving him like the king he is, and adoring his beauty and gazing into his eyes and listening to his… oh my God his voice, sends pools of wetness between my thighs
His voice so is so deep like rumbling mountains, about to meet a dangerous fate, and then down they come tumbling and lay at my feet, he makes me feel like all my crazy is nothing that’s to weird or out of place, he wants it all, all of it, all of me everything, he wants me wild and raw and unbroken, he wants to ride me unsaddled and he is the only one who can handle it our plans have no end we await each other to finally begin to live
You stole my heart when I was not even looking for love, I just was craving a great fuck, maybe someone I could play with, and then we went to the subject we both marveled and respect, art and culture did it, our conversation zoomed a 360 and I was feeling you and damn you were feeling me too, and then this grew on like the giant sequoia the growth just happened and love blossomed and we were not looking for it, funny how it happened, I fought it, you didn’t, I ran, you waited, I hid, you found me, I cried, I hated this foreign feeling torturing my soul, you let me and held me gently and gave me space when I was thrashing and you love me my calm and strong perfect man who is secretly a king
I think your words are only words I should listen to, I know what you tell me is true and you see all my light and dark within, and you know my evil that lays under my skin, and you see my wild running through the woods barefoot, and you ravish my need to make love anytime when I get the feeling, and you support my need to give help when I can and you want to explore all my emotions and feed my desires and fill my needs and when I am spent and too tired to fight you hold me in your lap my favorite place to be where I feel safe from everything and I do not have to see all the things I pretend not to see
And I can sleep
Seascape
I had so much to say, I had this thing in me that felt like I needed to explain, but why, why, why, I am happy in my life, and the way things are going, I can see the next step so clearly, why did I let this thing almost control me, I will only allow one man to do that, and it’s only if I am in the mood and he loves me like that, and I crave him like a brandy on a cold night, just soaking in my hot bubble bath and listening to Bach or something Bulgarian, because there artist kick ass
He wants me to play, and he said it is ok, he knows I go both ways, but I could never commit an act of a pedophile, He knows who I feel the drive too, even if someone may become a bit confused, I know my words come out in a mixed display, I blame it on my bloodline, it’s all over the place but my body has a certain kind of craving and my soul and heart well they don’t belong to me, they are in Kurdistan with him awaiting me
I talked to the oldest of my 17 brothers today he said he is happy for me, I told him about Kurdistan and he said he will go with me when I am done with school, he said girl that’s what’s up, you know I like to just pack it and go, I was like hell ya don’t we know it, and I am just the bitch to play with the wind, he said are you sure it’s just so fucking far? I was like hell I would travel it a thousand times back, what this Kurd does to me, I wish everyone could get a man like that
I told him on several occasions, he should open a school were men could learn to be like him, sometimes I get mad oh he fires me up, but I wouldn’t want it any other way I would get bored and he wouldn’t be the one to handle me, he is all about the passion and he literally told me to shut the fuck up, that takes balls and mmm I love his, He speaks to me in poetry and makes the worlds I take us to, a place of reality he doesn’t deny me anything and
He is amazing my life is like so taken, his knowledge is breathtaking, I have to face the facts I will never be half as brilliant as him, well art was his major and years of growing into manly perfection, mad him a celestial reflection, and even the 1902 Beethoven Frieze, by Klimt, does not compare to his pure brilliance and raw unadulterated talents, If only my foot could hold a pebble of his gifts I would be like mmm look at this, not him, he is so perfectly content
I had so many things to say, I was a bit angry, I was misconstrued into something I am not, and I didn’t like the confinement I was feeling, but talking to my oldest brother, and finalizing plans to go to my beloved Kurdistan, so I can sit upon the lap of the world’s only perfect man, and take my time licking him from head to toe and loving him like the king he is, and adoring his beauty and gazing into his eyes and listening to his… oh my God his voice, sends pools of wetness between my thighs
His voice so is so deep like rumbling mountains, about to meet a dangerous fate, and then down they come tumbling and lay at my feet, he makes me feel like all my crazy is nothing that’s to weird or out of place, he wants it all, all of it, all of me everything, he wants me wild and raw and unbroken, he wants to ride me unsaddled and he is the only one who can handle it our plans have no end we await each other to finally begin to live
You stole my heart when I was not even looking for love, I just was craving a great fuck, maybe someone I could play with, and then we went to the subject we both marveled and respect, art and culture did it, our conversation zoomed a 360 and I was feeling you and damn you were feeling me too, and then this grew on like the giant sequoia the growth just happened and love blossomed and we were not looking for it, funny how it happened, I fought it, you didn’t, I ran, you waited, I hid, you found me, I cried, I hated this foreign feeling torturing my soul, you let me and held me gently and gave me space when I was thrashing and you love me my calm and strong perfect man who is secretly a king
I think your words are only words I should listen to, I know what you tell me is true and you see all my light and dark within, and you know my evil that lays under my skin, and you see my wild running through the woods barefoot, and you ravish my need to make love anytime when I get the feeling, and you support my need to give help when I can and you want to explore all my emotions and feed my desires and fill my needs and when I am spent and too tired to fight you hold me in your lap my favorite place to be where I feel safe from everything and I do not have to see all the things I pretend not to see
And I can sleep
Seascape
Published 8th Jul 2014
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