The limbs of my body yearn for the essence of his skin....a poison yet a cure, my tongue misses the sweet concoction it made with his. An addict, withdrawal i go through...but hey, no one said breaking the emotional barrier around the heart is ever easy. Hell naw...not as easy as it is for it to form around this most fragile vessel. I shake my head ( Read more... )

Tonight, my pencil be my company
We'll fuck on sheets of white paper,
Protection a negative, for during fluid cursive
a master piece will be born....

(c) AMS

January 1, 2010-April 10,2010
 No sex....

No masturbation....

Nothing.....

My palms began to sweat...to dry formulated moisture and to use as a brace, i clenched his sheets. Candles burned along his white walls spewing an orange glow. Music played...Maxwell "This Woman's Work"...i felt like Sana Lathan in Love & Basketball, nervous...excited...curious ( Read more... )