The Erotic Typist

A warm day, the heat stayed generous with its presence inside me, as I sit on a tall stool and look over the bar, I see a beautiful man with strong eyes. I lean over and kiss his cheek , I want to feel his skin, the slight stubble and memorable scent. He looked deep into me, after all my efforts he made my knees weak.  Strong features I see as I lust for his touch to know what lie’s beneath, he thought me to be a bit forward and liked it, listening ears and undying stares I saw his want for me. What happened next is poetry - skin touching as legs spread open, with the heat sweat drips as breasts rub against chests so strong and wide. Blissful thoughts as liquids flow from one soul to another no fears but pure sex a kinky touch for the pitching wood and  lustful locks, defining rhythms  and sadistic patterns we turn around for  a bottom so round, orgasmic blues as new memories are being  formed for the mind to imagine and body to be satisfied. When I imagine  my lust the smell of his sex keeps me going, oozy textures and a lit cigarette to keep me wet. I put my heals on and walk away as his beauty is the only memory I take. Don’t mind me Im temporary, my want and search only stays within the boundaries of lust as I walk ahead self consumed and satisfied.

Stipulated time for the love Gods as they spread their wings to journey down toward the mortal world of no belief and robotic gestures. A personal touch like a drop of LSD to trip out the common knowledge of love and the possibilities of its potential as one air,one land,one water,one kind. A day like today preserved only for the purpose of love and connected ideals from soul to soul,heart to heart. No logic only imagination to take us ahead and may be see whats beyond as mountains bow and sea’s spread for only one purpose, for human kind to feed on and self consume into the illusion of love’s message and distraction. Be aware as love is everywhere to communicate its dissatisfaction as I personify its existence  human is what I feel as I make it exist in love’s fields. Love is the only reality we can access at all times. 

I love him, he lives in the space I hold sacred within my heart and undying soul. His soul, a smiling soul and kind heart hidden under beards of sorrow and a cold sheild, I warm his palms as he feels the heat, My love for him calms the idea of him in my mind. As I carry his pride within my arms. I protect his mind from what I see evil. His blinded eyes refuse my will to bleed his soul of all he holds ill, I promise him my faith as I absorb his existense to feel him within me. I pray the day come’s as I write this to him that he remembers my warmth, the light from within. I love him. Bisus. 

Love blooms as the soul discovers its physical fears and search for the light. Impressionable yet sorrowfull as we follow the grounds of lust and bleed the misery of our compassion. Inevitable change, a metamorphosis of the mind, as it seeks its bliss in quantities so divine. Strength is the border of our love, as we survive our passion will arise, The universe will seed it’s truth into our minds, always love as its the only reality we will abide.  

Thank you readers for your passion, I enjoyed writing as you enjoyed reading. Ciao.

She fears my soul, I love her to every length of my existence, I see her in all the good my heart stored for my bliss and conceived happiness. She treads in my dreams of paradise and lustful sands. Why does she fear my mind? How can I bribe her heart to love me despite her stubborn fears?. As she sits close to my body I feel her warmth and sly love. No words to say as her expressions have no wordy description.  My silence is to allow her thoughts and beautiful mind decide her version of freedom and facing fears. As I loose myself in her sea of graceful existence, I admire the florescent, the light within her soul and gorgeous eye’s, as I see her face in my mind and by my side, I know she’s mine, even through her scared imagination I know she keeps me in her heart. I protect her and live of her sounds, I know her movements around our home.  My woman love’s a beast, her innocent eye’s are always a witness to my evil. I try to be kind but disparity follows my mind to angry waves of dissatisfaction and unsettling sleep. My awareness has room only for her love and my lust as she walks behind me in my dark holes, she is a reflection of my core and her fears are the layers to caution her soul. I love her more as I crave her more. This beauty is for my eye’s only.