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Crusty Towel

Contributed by Jyssvw22 on Thursday, 16th May 2013 @ 07:41:55 AM in AEST
Topic: oops

What happens when you let go of something that was not supposed be released ?
Does it survive for eternity in the heavens, among the clouds and giant trees?
Will it eventually find its peace?
Does it burn in the fires of hell where damnation turns up the heat?
Until someone screams?
"Let me be!"

If one is to succeed
He must show no mercy
No need
For help
He does not fear adversity
He takes what's coming
Becomes stronger from what has been done
Punished?
"No my son"
More like a lesson learned
A picture torn
A moment for reflection
The tides of perceived perfection have undoubtedly turned
A ride of admiration leads to a disgusting revelation
No one cares about him except the few that do
Who they are, is as much a mystery to him, as it is to you
What was once viewed
as divine
is now nothing but a mere human bidding time
Combine
love and selfishness
a recipe for pain
Nothing is forever
He will not be hurt again

Endless love cut off at the watering well of the heart
Blind temptation leads to hasty decisions
Where one makes another uncomfortably smart
Logical indignations
One makes a new beginning
the other looks for a place to start living
Start realizing
that so much is missing
Kissing isn't foreplay
If it ends in separation
Rubbing isn't helpful
When it eliminates fornication

Learning to breathe again
Walking with his head held high again
Not to pretend
Go about life with genuine passion
For something
Anything that makes sense
Really anything that sparks the pen
Takes the imagination
to places it has never been
Transports the body
to pleasures only obtained through sin
What is sin?
When you don't recognize where to begin on the skin
The moisture collects
Where the lips shiver
electricity reflect
The tingling projects
What will spew forth next
A release of built up stress

And as it drips down the chin
to the neck
To the stomach where it sits
Understand what to expect
You have invited his body
all that is correct
Yet you have come to realize
It's this
Or loneliness
Nothing else left
Enjoy the moment
The clean up will be a degrading mess

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Copyright © Jyssvw22 ... [ 2013-05-16 07:41:55]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: Crusty Towel (User Rating: 1 )
by Archie on Thursday, 16th May 2013 @ 10:04:05 AM AEST
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Uh nevermind. I'm not sure what else to say.

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