Desultory and Impulsive
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I’ve reached the point where porn makes me depressed but that is probably down to the type of porn I seek out... and yet I still look...
Gorgeous pics as always, x
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Yeah. And then I think... why not look at other types of porn? Which I do but the existential outcome at the end is usually the same.
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I see what you did there
And I don’t look at other types of porn - it bores me and I quickly end up back in my comfort zone. I have to turn it off straight after - it’s too shameful once the moment has passed...
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I want to go swimming with her
Naked
And innocent.
Feeling the same cool warm water
That surrounds her
Surround me
And I want to touch her with my eyes
And feel my cock harden
With nothing but the water touching it
And I want to think about my lips
Around her nipple
At the edge of the surface
And I want to take her into me
And make love to her with my kiss
The wetness of the water
Hiding my tears
Of jubilant desire of it all happening
And wants of never wanting it to end
I want to go swimming with her
Naked
So that I can go swimming in her
Just as naked.
Naked
And innocent.
Feeling the same cool warm water
That surrounds her
Surround me
And I want to touch her with my eyes
And feel my cock harden
With nothing but the water touching it
And I want to think about my lips
Around her nipple
At the edge of the surface
And I want to take her into me
And make love to her with my kiss
The wetness of the water
Hiding my tears
Of jubilant desire of it all happening
And wants of never wanting it to end
I want to go swimming with her
Naked
So that I can go swimming in her
Just as naked.
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As a teenager I began writing on the walls and ceiling of my bedroom.
My bedroom was upstairs
More or less the attic of the house
It was a small house
That my family rented
After having moved from the previous house that mostly grew up in because the couple we rented it from retired and wanted to live there themselves.
So we moved and my bedroom was mostly an A-frame where the ceiling sloped all the way down to the floor.
There wasn't much point of having an actual bed set up in it so I slept on a box spring and mattress on the floor and I would write much like the short little things I write here
Thoughts
Poems
Thoughts
I think we lived there for 3 years.
Yeah... 16, and I moved out when I turned 18 or so.
Our whole family just kinda dissolved. My older brothers had long moved away by then and so it was just me, my parents, the walls and ceilings and so when I moved on so did my parents. They more or less finally got around to building a house of their own.
I remember sitting up my room
Looking at all the shit I had written
The cartoons I had drawn
I wasn't reading any of it
Just looking at it
It all felt so stupid to me
Which made painting over it all the easier.
But not all was covered.
I remember this one bit that I had written
And I remember feeling No. That can stay.
I have no idea why
Or what it said
But I wanted it to live
If just for a moment
In the thoughts
Of someone else.
My bedroom was upstairs
More or less the attic of the house
It was a small house
That my family rented
After having moved from the previous house that mostly grew up in because the couple we rented it from retired and wanted to live there themselves.
So we moved and my bedroom was mostly an A-frame where the ceiling sloped all the way down to the floor.
There wasn't much point of having an actual bed set up in it so I slept on a box spring and mattress on the floor and I would write much like the short little things I write here
Thoughts
Poems
Thoughts
I think we lived there for 3 years.
Yeah... 16, and I moved out when I turned 18 or so.
Our whole family just kinda dissolved. My older brothers had long moved away by then and so it was just me, my parents, the walls and ceilings and so when I moved on so did my parents. They more or less finally got around to building a house of their own.
I remember sitting up my room
Looking at all the shit I had written
The cartoons I had drawn
I wasn't reading any of it
Just looking at it
It all felt so stupid to me
Which made painting over it all the easier.
But not all was covered.
I remember this one bit that I had written
And I remember feeling No. That can stay.
I have no idea why
Or what it said
But I wanted it to live
If just for a moment
In the thoughts
Of someone else.
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I am awake
And sitting at my desk
A place I seldom sit
Where I thought
My thoughts
Would be easier to access
But they are not
They are more elusive than ever
I still think them
They are still there
Fluttering about
Like the moths
Flickering up against the window
Towards the false heat
Of light emitting diodes
But I cannot catch them
And I question
If there will once again
Be a time when I can
It's all moving so fast now
And this desk...
What is it now?
A coffin
Keeping my tools
Sketchbooks
Pens
Pencils
SD cards
An X-Acto knife...
...and thoughts of a Her
That keeps me near to this place
This quiet cemetery
Where all lays still
And sleeps so beautifully
In the lap
Of my memory.
And sitting at my desk
A place I seldom sit
Where I thought
My thoughts
Would be easier to access
But they are not
They are more elusive than ever
I still think them
They are still there
Fluttering about
Like the moths
Flickering up against the window
Towards the false heat
Of light emitting diodes
But I cannot catch them
And I question
If there will once again
Be a time when I can
It's all moving so fast now
And this desk...
What is it now?
A coffin
Keeping my tools
Sketchbooks
Pens
Pencils
SD cards
An X-Acto knife...
...and thoughts of a Her
That keeps me near to this place
This quiet cemetery
Where all lays still
And sleeps so beautifully
In the lap
Of my memory.
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y=mx+b ........ Nice name. Catching on to the slope intercept formula as being your name.
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Thank you.
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She was a satin saffron seductress
Speaking sleep-like sounds
In a fire throaty kind of way
That made me think
Thick in thought
Of soft sweet kisses
Night air type kisses
Humid heavy
A star-lit sky above
Deep and dizzy feelings
A falling
In a kind of upward thrusting liquid love
Eyes and thighs
And panties and painted nails
And me
And my mind
Recording words
As wildly and as wicked
As what once was
Works it's way back into being... me
Bringing me
Back into the river
Where the water is warm
And her hands are calming
And her company so comforting
No noise
Of no tools
Of hammers
Wrenches
Or engines
No blackened oil
Crust coating my hands
No solvents no abrasives
No sparks striking my skin
Burning metal embers
Burrowing in
Just her body
Within which
I wish to lay.
Speaking sleep-like sounds
In a fire throaty kind of way
That made me think
Thick in thought
Of soft sweet kisses
Night air type kisses
Humid heavy
A star-lit sky above
Deep and dizzy feelings
A falling
In a kind of upward thrusting liquid love
Eyes and thighs
And panties and painted nails
And me
And my mind
Recording words
As wildly and as wicked
As what once was
Works it's way back into being... me
Bringing me
Back into the river
Where the water is warm
And her hands are calming
And her company so comforting
No noise
Of no tools
Of hammers
Wrenches
Or engines
No blackened oil
Crust coating my hands
No solvents no abrasives
No sparks striking my skin
Burning metal embers
Burrowing in
Just her body
Within which
I wish to lay.
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