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It's a simple curiosity
a questioning monstrosity snooping defectuosity whilst hoping you don't notice my loquacious laudability and principally the promiscuity of my heightened sexuality and obsessional impracticality It's the prohibitive unclarity that mystifyingly dazzles me not knowing if you're finished with your artfully delicate Foxy and your breakfast, was it tasty? Does your dinner make you fidgety with hunger injected jollity? What exactly do you think of me? and do you doodle absentmindedly? Do you feel so utterly perfectly when faced with art so bourgeoisie? Which music makes you thrillingly and lyrically so joyously free And do you read religiously? Have you ever knelt down on one knee and declared a love so passionately? Which stories fill you with such glee? Where do you actually want to be? Your masculinity intriguing me Your likeability so specifically fittingly My familiarity becoming a difficulty Disparity Electricity A ridiculous sanguinity Ignore me I'm absolutely, fucking rusty at this curious emotional nudity. My emotionary
tells me that you're playing with my feelings that you have no intention of reeling my heart strings round your ceiling fan keeping your feelings unreaching and concealing ignorant of my heart so unyielding and pleading Bleeding Dreaming But all you want is my squealing writhing body underneath you as I break into pieces exquisitely increasing my fascination with you before you tell me that your care for me is different to all the rest so totally A blissfully bewitchingly preciseness, so beautifully executed before you pull my nipple and kiss me goodbye and take someone else out for dinner. In a moment of tequila fuelled tipsiness, I thought it would be intriguing to use Google autocomplete to fill in a dating profile.
Why, you ask? Well because tequila, obviously. Name: My name is Jeff and my mother calls me ugly Age: My age is in Française Location: I live inside my shell Nationality: I was born under a wandering star Body type: My body aches I am looking for: I am looking for a girlfriend who enjoys kissing boys. I enjoy: I enjoy being a girl. I like you just the way I am. I also like to move it, move it. My ideal partner would be: A person who is travelling and only eats fish. Turn ons: Hugging and kissing Turn offs: Being told what to do I'm 99.9% sure that Google can find us all a little bit of love ❤️ From his perspective.
She has a kooky habit of waking up in the middle of the night, some time after I've fucked every inch of her, and getting into her unsexy knickers. So unsexy, that it's downright adorable. Not that I can call her adorable, of course, as I'm fortunate enough to witness right this minute. She is standing mostly naked, apart from those adorable little cotton knickers peppered with pink and blue polka dots, and her full lips are forming the most perfect little "O" while her big wide eyes frantically blink in the morning glare. I want to put my cock in that mouth. Badly. She's got one hand on her hip, the other in her mussed up hair, her foot tapping so angrily that her tits sway. I called her adorable. Correction. I called the fact that she wakes up to put on comfortable cotton knickers adorable. Apparently calling her adorable means that I get to watch those lips and those eyes and those breasts and that cute little arse hidden in those adorable little knickers as she tries to articulate how angry she is right now. Fucking adorable. It feels like a demon is under my skin
scraping away at my self esteem whilst whispering words of worthlessness towards my forlorn soul thwarting my thoughts and abandoning my surety. I'll be fine. I suffer not all the time not every second of every day not always But for the last 1 million seconds I've let this demon shriek at me from the other side of the mirror as it sings and dances and throws rocks at my face. And I know I'll be fine despite the white noise scratching like a skipped record. I'm a writer who can't find her pen. But I know I'll be fine. It just takes time to relieve such mysterious pain. I'll be fine. I'll be fine. I'll be fine. I miss you
Like a puzzle dissipated Incomprehensible fading into meaningless alliteration My inadequate concentration perplexing my frustrations We used to use words that mystified You clarified my love of life Do you remember the times you made me cry as you released me into this butterfly whose dreams shan’t die Because loving me made me love me too and loving you, my inspirational muse gave me visions of worlds and skies up so high Violescent atmospheres above dusty minds eye as our mutual care flickers behind our lips as we dream of the time that we wanted to kiss with contented elation and poetry penned I do hope you know you’re my very best friend. Jx |
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