Fantasee

Every time I look at him a weakness forms
And I’m not sure if it’s the fact that he is fine
Or the way he acts when he exudes maturity
But I can’t stop imagining
His touch may be like heaven (thinking)
Or something to the likeness of orgasmic (Sinking)
I close my eyes just to fantasize
I want him
He wants me
But in all reality we can’t be
So in all fantasy is where I chose to be satisfied
His eyes being a deep sea of satisfaction
Standing there with me on his mind
And my mind on the dream I had about him last night
Fighting the urge to just pin him down
With lips that would kiss with the power of passion
Our conversations minimal
Mind melted on the physical
He has me crossing my legs
Licking my lips
My mind racing with the thought of him
In front of me
Beside me
Behind me
Inside me
Bringing out the freak that even sees a blind me
As I want him
He wants me
Anytime
Anyplace
My hands gripping his back
His hands embracing my face
Intensity is formed
He says my name which is not in his norm
So all that does is just turn me on
I’m light switched with energy
Taking in all that he is giving me
Each stroke has me arched for more
It’s so good it’s bad that I begin to whisper in Soliloquy
Breathing deep
Moaning in the movement
He is playing it right
Having me up all night
His goodness song worthy
Saying the right things and being so wordy
He takes me there
I bring him near
Beauty in the eyes stop to stare
As our bodies begin to lift in mid air
Is this the feeling of ecstasy?
Or is the definition not there?
We continue as the experience heightens
Passionate moans are no longer lightened
We begin our own soundtrack
Deep
We close our eyes on the finale of the show
And like our life flashing before our eyes upon death
We envision what our future can bring us
I blink
He is calling my name
I am back to reality
I can have him
But I’d rather have my fantasy

King Among Men

Tired of these fools
Their B.S
Their hot mess
Trying to find a king among men is agonizing
Reading through the lines of their bullshit I wonder
Will I meet all different versions of an asshole before I meet one that is not?
Even the cutty buddy is having his high horse rode in on.
I'm learning to give them 2%
2% milk
no 2% of my attention
because did I regret to mention they are weak?
No game
they catch my eye for a split second and then they show their ass
And with that I'm beginning to change
Diapers?
No...
My ways
My thoughts
MY Trust?
I have in no one but God
False accusations
what happened to being real?
Not Crazy or lazy but...
Real?
Honesty the best policy
It's not that you can't handle it
because they don't give a shit about your feelings anyway
but it is rather will you stay mad for a long period of time?
Do you still want to curse him to high heavens to make him feel less of a man or more of how you feel when you were hurt by him?
I am tired
but how do I manage to stay happy?
Smile across my face
While they continue to be lame?
Where is my king among men?