code_switching unhinged i pull on the tight pants that draw his eyes to my ass i walk down the long road head held high hips swaying like a run way model and i notice the male head turn in his car as he drives past the hips the lips the tip of the tongue i devour men like demons rapidly like an animal bruising biting tearing there does not need to be love involved it is primal biological lust driven or i could grab the softness close hold on with the fiercest love refusing to let go at multiple busstops like a puppy dog tail or a fierce lion snarl a protectoress to cuddle gather hold contain the fever heat of all consuming desire to possess the fire of her beauty to stay warm through the dark cold loneliness food for soulheart food for heartmind so much about love and so little about orgasm the outer presentation acceptable to the greater world the inner heart shunned and rejected you_say_its_easy i say where's the_bullshit_buzzer when i need it? 201014 ... unhinged i sent him pics of the vast expanse of naked skin strategically posed the vague whiff of indecency covered by the strong lingering scent of lace and a peeking nipple but that still wasn't enough to get him to pop the question how are you? i sent her pics of all of my artwork even the calligraphy of my most secret heart (only the innermost circle) she praised all of it glowing after a tough silent day my absence was noted with how are you? any paintings or mushroom photos today? she sent me a pic of her in the ubiquitous black hoodie snuggled with her kitten i wanted to be the kitten snuggled so close i wanted to pin up the photo next to my bed so i could fall asleep imagining exactly where my hands and lips would be the dividing line becomes stark these days one of these things is not like the others i want to be the doer rather than the thing being done i want to be the protector rather than the thing left alone in the cold i fall asleep envisioning a new pic me you the kitty a pride of females all tangled up cuddled and warm 201104 what's it to you? who go blather from