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UNTITLED I NEED HELP PLS...
As that big bright star in the sky does rise;
I gaze over where I lay with weary eyes;
For the love of my life is not by my side.
As I begin my day and step into the bath;
I just cant help but feel "O" so very sad;
For their is no one to carress my a**, bend me over...and "O" at last...
As my day progresses anxiety overwhelms;
For their is no I MISS YOU text or anyone to just check and see if Im doing well.
As the work day concludes, and I return home;
There is no aroma of a man...and i feel so very alone.
As the day comes to an end...all the feelings yet begin;
And I sensually & spiritually desire the insertion of a man.
For I need a release;
indeed my fingers are toying with my inner peace.
But I have too much pride to just pick up the phone and call him;
For he is indeed closer than a lover...much more than a friend;
I cant keep blurring the lines though...its so unfair to him...
Yet i want the "D" so bad...its so big and black;
I can recall the last time he was inside (damn near broke my back).
That's it...I'm gonna call his phone...I think thats more intimate than just sending a message;
His phone rings endlessly before a woman answers: Hello this is ___ phone, I'm his ___ he's not here/can I take a message?
I dropped the phone as tears rolled down my swollen eyes (all these men are the same...I feel so screwed...figuratively):
I turned on my side...and squirt and cried;
(As I yet again...screwed myself...literally).
He always said he wanted to be more than just FWB...but I pushed him away;
Now that I need his touch the most;
His with another B**CH!
(And she has the audacity to actually answer his phone);
Guess it's really too late & he'll never know how I truly felt all along. S**T!
As that big bright star in the sky does rise;
I gaze over where I lay with weary eyes;
For the love of my life is not by my side.
I gaze over where I lay with weary eyes;
For the love of my life is not by my side.
As I begin my day and step into the bath;
I just cant help but feel "O" so very sad;
For their is no one to carress my a**, bend me over...and "O" at last...
As my day progresses anxiety overwhelms;
For their is no I MISS YOU text or anyone to just check and see if Im doing well.
As the work day concludes, and I return home;
There is no aroma of a man...and i feel so very alone.
As the day comes to an end...all the feelings yet begin;
And I sensually & spiritually desire the insertion of a man.
For I need a release;
indeed my fingers are toying with my inner peace.
But I have too much pride to just pick up the phone and call him;
For he is indeed closer than a lover...much more than a friend;
I cant keep blurring the lines though...its so unfair to him...
Yet i want the "D" so bad...its so big and black;
I can recall the last time he was inside (damn near broke my back).
That's it...I'm gonna call his phone...I think thats more intimate than just sending a message;
His phone rings endlessly before a woman answers: Hello this is ___ phone, I'm his ___ he's not here/can I take a message?
I dropped the phone as tears rolled down my swollen eyes (all these men are the same...I feel so screwed...figuratively):
I turned on my side...and squirt and cried;
(As I yet again...screwed myself...literally).
He always said he wanted to be more than just FWB...but I pushed him away;
Now that I need his touch the most;
His with another B**CH!
(And she has the audacity to actually answer his phone);
Guess it's really too late & he'll never know how I truly felt all along. S**T!
As that big bright star in the sky does rise;
I gaze over where I lay with weary eyes;
For the love of my life is not by my side.
Published 30th Jan 2020
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30th Jan 2020 7:04am
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30th Jan 2020 2:36pm
beautifully composed with sensual love and deepness of affection, for a love that is rare as a connetion of closeness of another spiritual soul...respect
30th Jan 2020 7:27pm
Probably could be labeled in at least one other category. Sometimes we lead with the heart even when there are signs that tell us danger is present.
You express a human desire that influences us all.
You express a human desire that influences us all.
28th Apr 2020 6:15pm
We don't miss those truly until they are gone, but the mistake was pushing him away. Now accept your actions and deal with the consequences. A truthful write you have penned.
