Desultory and Impulsive

I think I thought I loved you
But I didn't.

It was a lie
An easy one

I held you
And I remember my feelings for you

They were deep
And fun to fall into

And you held me


You held me
With what love you felt

But it wasn't love that you felt
It was time
Slipping

And it was fun
And warm

And when you let go
It hurt

Time does that
It hurts.

It hurts more than distance

Distance can only hurt
When you are away

Time hurts
When you are right next to me
Just a hug away

And that's why I think I thought I loved you
It wasn't you that I loved

It was time with you

And now
All that time
Is gone.

I relate to this hard. :heart:
 
I think I thought I loved you
But I didn't.

It was a lie
An easy one

I held you
And I remember my feelings for you

They were deep
And fun to fall into

And you held me


You held me
With what love you felt

But it wasn't love that you felt
It was time
Slipping

And it was fun
And warm

And when you let go
It hurt

Time does that
It hurts.

It hurts more than distance

Distance can only hurt
When you are away

Time hurts
When you are right next to me
Just a hug away

And that's why I think I thought I loved you
It wasn't you that I loved

It was time with you

And now
All that time
Is gone.

*hugs* :rose:
 
Leave me a place underground, a labyrinth,
where I can go, when I wish to turn,
without eyes, without touch,
in the void, to dumb stone,
or the finger of shadow.

I know that you cannot, no one, no thing
can deliver up that place, or that path,
but what can I do with my pitiful passions,
if they are no use, on the surface
of everyday life,
if I cannot look to survive,
except by dying, going beyond, entering
into the state, metallic and slumbering,
of primeval flame?

Pablo Neruda
 
She just wanted me to touch her
one last time.
 

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I sent her a text...

...asking her how I could go about fucking her better.
 

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In other news...

I am captivated by women who have birth fetishes.

I like how men have fetishes for pregnant women and all that but that's where it kinda ends. With some exceptions.

Do a tumblr search for "birth fetish" and BAM! Happy happy glittery pink-layout tumblr pages of all the YouTube crowning vids and gifs you could ever want!

Layouts aside, there's such a feminine feel to these pages along with a sense of longing

And there seems to be more pages devoted to the topic. It used to feel more like a fringe thing hidden amongst the pages of "odd insertions". Now there's a type of comeradery and order to it all.

It's fascinating. I love it. I love how beyond all the sex and porn and all that, that there is this something else that women wish to experience that is so explicitly intimate and belongs only to them.
 
I love how beyond all the sex and porn and all that, that there is this something else that women wish to experience that is so explicitly intimate and belongs only to them.

I can’t speak for birth fetish’s, I am the other side of the spectrum but I love this statement by you...:heart:
 
I find myself
Finding you

And wanting to find you

To see you
To feel the want of feeling you
Tasting you
Touching you

Barely here
Barely there

With me

Provoking me
To push my boundaries
Towards pushing yours
Into a haunting hurt
Of giving you something you could have

Knowing that it was yours
Alone to keep

For when you wanted to feel safely
Unsafe

In need of knowing a certainty that was true
And meaningful.
 
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Blood orange. How appropriate for the conversation's progression.

Indeed.

I have enjoyed the thought of you beating me senseless all day.

I like such thoughts because I get to wondering how far I would allow a woman to beat on me before my limbic system had enough of the bullshit and caused my body to hulk-out on her.
 
Even then, contrary to first glance, you seize control.
How our minds and bodies react fascinate me.
 
Even then, contrary to first glance, you seize control.
How our minds and bodies react fascinate me.

I confess that the thought of seeing the "oh shit..." fear look in your eyes kinda makes me want it to happen.

I bet you look so delicately beautiful with that look in your eye.
 
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