Or when you lay your heart & soul out on a platter,
And the other person
just wants to play with their food?
Is this what our culture calls…
“getting fucked?”
This is my love
poem in ode to my Tuesday night. Last night I was feeling odd and decided to go to a ma&pa coffee house for open mic night.
Boy did I have a blast! I decided to get a group venture going after we decided it could be coordinated. Nikki, Jason, Alisha,
and Paige all joined forces at the arcade. Where we chilled and zoned out to the crazy DDR moves that were taking place. DDR
is by far the coolest game-ddr=dance dance revolution lol! I love watching guys and girls compete moving their legs super
fast watching the colorful graphic flash in seizure patterns before me eyes. Honestly I was in a total daze watching the talent
that has been formed because of this game. I think I could honestly go to arcades and sit down just to watch some people play.
It is super fun! Me personally it would take me at least 50 before I could even get myself coordinated lol!
After the arcade we drove to St. James to visit the coffee shop Cool Beanz (funny enough that was one
of my favorite saying when I was younger). This was my first time being to a Long Island open mic night, the ones in the city
can get strange at times. The crowd was a great mix, but most people my age. I was enjoying listening to young men read poetry
about the first loves. It reminded me of the same pains I once felt (or feel again?). I enjoyed knowing that people can find
healthy was to express their love hate and angry through other means besides fighting or killing yourself (my it be addictives
or suicide).
I felt very at home just enjoying the talent. In
fact one person was a magician and totally baffled me (ohh yea I got to play the sexy assistant in a trick). I personally
asked if the magician knew and handcuff tricks and he looked at my odd and said know. I replied well I know a trick or few
with the handcuffs! He chuckled at the remark, and probably concentrated on thinking of Martha stewart in a cold shower. I
also got my free spirit vibe on when people came in to jam out on their guitars, all I wanted to do was dance with Nikki in
circles and jump on the couch. I was having sooo fucking much fun, but I was also WiReD on coffee. Here is a little fact about
me-I don’t drink coffee, I’m a sophisticated tea drinker. So I had one LARGE coffee to celebrate making it out
tonight and lets put it this way I was up till 3:24am last night and I drank that cup at 8pm. The coffee was like if I was
on ecstasy or something! Lol
To top off the night the rain poured
down and my knee was killing me so I went home, and Nikki came to my house too! We stayed up together watching “Not
Another Gay Teen Movie”. It was really gay, seriously. After awhile we both started feeling kinky and Nikki decided
to hot wax my feet with the candles I had lit earlier. I don’t know what came over us…were we just fucked up
or having a good time being girlfriends? I don’t know but she waxed my toes, in between my toes! (ow), and on my soles.
Really messed up my carpet but it was totally worth it!!!!! After a 2 am Taco Bell run I got Niiki home safely through the
storm, and drove myself home.
I stayed up for the next hour reflecting
on my love life and words that would best describe my feelings.
Arrr the feeling I have when I think
of love for a whole hour……
I began to feel is a hard
lump in my throat where I couldn’t swallow,
burning eyes from not blinking,
and
a heart that inflames pain through my left tit from not breathing while thinking of such things.
Leave on listening to this song (the video kinda sucks but it is a good oldie redone)
farm country can be some what more fun at times thats when your imagination
goes full speed because when you have nothing to do you create something to do.... everything in cities are marketed
to you
i am the word passion i live my life through passion may it be love making, following my heart, or believing
my gut. It's a passion about myself I respect .................................
I did treat myself
to a couple walks in the park today and a non stop giggly swing set ride-people probably thought i was crazy but honestly
the most fun I had in awhile happened today swinging as high as i could to the sky on the swing set.
You’re walking alone through the woods
mid afternoon after work. Next thing the**KNOCK** lights are out……
All you feel is dew drops on your naked skin
and the chill of morning..or is it someone looking at you?
You get up off the grass knoll you happened to be resting at..naked?
Don’t know how you got here scared like the sissy you are you run
naked all ways through the woods but all you encounter are trees and over brush.
Your skin is bleeding from the thorn bush that hit your ass earlier.
At this point you suck up the fact you are naked and scream “Help
Help Help”
You hear a branch
break, with your alter alertness you head swings one way and whatever the noise was comes up behind you and **Knock** your
OUT!
You wake up morning probably 8am 9 am at this point where the sun is hitting
on the east coast.
But wait you’re
tied and blind folded to a tree, in skin ripping rope.
What is this game, why is someone fucking with my mind like this?
What did I do to deserve such torture-where the fuck am I, whose toy am I?
I’m sweating and the cuts are burning
I feel pain and angry now.
You feel breathing warm and damp like the
dew breath blowing on your left ear lobe.
Struggling
the breathing stops and an altered computer voice says open your mouth if you want to live.
This person is totally undercover, is it someone I know, why are they
so secretive, it was that person that put me here, why?
“Why the fuck am I here HELP!”
The covered voice says “you’ve been fucking around way too long on your lover.
I know you and I’ve watched, you think I don’t know but I see right through your ways. It’s timed you get
the fuck you really deserve.”
“Open
your mouth wide fuck hole”
Crying
you open your mouth thinking you’re about to get shot, and next thing you feel a dick go down your mouth deep and hard…
Ohh my god you’re being raped…..but wait is this rape? The
dick taste weird like rubber…whole shit it’s a dildo.
Skull fucked and tied to the tree you hear the person grunt and stop.
That grunt sounded high pitched?
Computer voice says ”well the morning dew is on your skin in a very
naughty place”
The boot crushes
your cock against your stomach that is already sore from the rope.
Oww your dick has rope rash from the force of the boot crushing down hard on it, however
oddly the morning dew turns out to be your dick leaking cum down your stomach.
To be continued (your assignment is to send me any thoughts or suggestions-I'm feeling creative
but I like certain twists :-) )
