I wonder when my mind wanders
Thoughts that are disjointed;
Permutations and combinations of the reasons and the excuses, why it was how It was.
Those fragment of an inkling; ones that are like god and faith
they exit without theories, in the absence of proof
Just like that I know, as sure as people die, we were not for ever.
Without logic, in an abyss of reason - my thoughts linger with the soft pain of history
Then I look and see the WHY's rather then the NOT's;
and I miss my friend.
Though we can never be platonic, there are memories of you that are.
Like some but not all, my being and emotions evolve
I am not who I was yesterday and will not be tomorrow who I am today
No, not all change this way, they grow but most like grape wines that take the shape of the world.
Not me, I grow like a wild fire. That nor me nor the infinite jungle controls. As I dwell deep into me, the hole I see wants to be fed. Both good and ugly go into it, like a sponge that does not judge.
The journey will end with me or maybe begin again, but till then I will change.
My love for aspects of you remains,
My lust for all of you burns.
My hate for pieces of you is now not that;
but is now my hate for the ugly jigsaw we can be together;
at more times then one can bare.
I do miss my friend
I am not ashamed to say,
I will want you when I am with ‘her' or you with ‘him'.
Moral flexibility melts like the watches of dali
at the thought of my hard dick sliding in and out of you.
There are no rules, no need for rational.
Just the sound of your moaning that blurs out the rest;
your lips blowing softly and my tongue gliding roughly.
You will always be,
in the shadows of my thoughts.
That wet pussy will always be a dream away, and
your ass will aways be the nostalgia of my hands.
I do not know why, how or where
Nor do I claim seeing the if, when or ever
but I do believe it will, we will.
the universe will bow down to the command of my soul
this is a matter of faith.
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