"Thash" Decision

So I think I’ve managed to hit a cross roads. Not just any form of cross roads but the type of cross roads you encounter when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object.  That special kind of epiphany which causes you to possibly rethink even your most well put together and carefully crafted thoughts.  Now I hit this crossroads about a month a half ago when I was visited by a friend.  A friend that I have had a crush on for quite some time.  Just over 3 years to be exact.  Yes, many people feel that after one manages to exit the unfriendly confines of High School, scenarios that include having crushes should cease and completely disappear.  These same scenarios should especially never come attached with the notion that one would go over three long years and not say anything to this person.  Well many people don’t know exactly what the situation was three years ago that might have prevented this crush from being acted upon.  Then among those same many people who do know, they probably wouldn’t understand. 

So as not to completely bore you with the ins and outs of life’s trials & tribulations, which all of you have probably stumbled upon at some point in your own, we’ll just say that this crush wasn’t acted upon due to “circumstances”.   If that isn’t enough of an explanation for you, then I’m quite sorry because that is all that you are going to get.  During your child years, you learn than imagination is probably the best means of entertainment you can have. So I simply suggest that you pull that same imagination out of the attic in your head, dust off the cobwebs and use it to make those “circumstances” I was speaking about before become anything you would like them to be.  Thank you.

Now that I’m finished aimlessly carrying on about circumstances and imagination, I’ll attempt to get to my point.  Like I stated before, I hit a crossroads about a month and half ago when a certain friend came to visit me.  Having had gone through said “circumstances”, I had come to my own conclusion regarding the opposite sex and formulated my own personal theory on them.  I’ll also spare you the specifics of that very genius theory as to not spark any debates.  Regardless of what the theory was, it was proven during that visit that there was an exception to it.  If you haven’t figured it out just yet, my friend was the exception.  The lone and sole exception to something I felt I had created so well it couldn’t possibly have any leaks, any air holes, flaws, weaknesses, whatever you want to call it.  But she managed to find the smallest of cracks, the miniscule of chinks in the armor and here’s the craziest part; she did it without even trying.  She didn’t even know she was doing it.  Heck, I didn’t know that she was doing it.  Not until it was already too late.

The Unicorn

There was a while there when I was afraid to approach you

A time when I only sought after you from a distance

Kept to myself because I didn’t want to frighten you away

To say that I was a silent hunter wouldn’t even be correct

Because the truth is I wasn’t hunting, I was merely admiring

Trying to take in everything that was you

I only say everything because if I was to take the time

To list each and everything about you that I love

We would both be old by the time I finished

But only you would remain as beautiful as you are now

There are different names to describe creatures as amazing as you

But only one seems fitting for you

Mythical, majestic, graceful and very difficult to catch

So I call you my Unicorn

Truly one of a kind, sights like you are very hard to come by

I bided my time hoping for a chance

And finally, eventually I got it

My Unicorn

I say it again because it’s still hard to believe

Hard to believe that you’re finally mine

Even as I still watch you, still smell you

Still hold you; I am still in awe of you

I still can’t believe that I actually have you

And even now I sometimes feel as if I don’t

Not because of anything you have done

But because reality says that as difficult as it was to catch you

It’s got to be 100 times harder to keep you

People say once you’ve caught a Unicorn

It’s not a Unicorn to you anymore

Since you have captured it, that desire you had will fade away

Until you find another one

I disagree

There aren’t any others out there

Not for me

I can’t see anything past you

There are legendary creations in this world

And I managed to catch the best one

There will never be another one like her

So to me, you are, and will always be…

                                                  …my Unicorn

Her

Her smile...

Her smile shines brighter than the sun, moon and every other star combined.

So bright that you would even be able to see them during the day. 

In fact they are so bright that you could honestly compare her teeth to a string of constellations that would make you wanna lay on the grass and just stare up at them all night.

Her lips...

Her lips are like diving into your bed after having the hardest day you've ever had in your life.

Then having that same bed change into a tropical vacation that lasts forever.

And those lips are always coated in lipgloss that just so happen to be the exact flavor fruit that you were craving that entire day.

Her skin...

Her skin is like a silk blanket that you would be afraid to wrap yourself in because you wouldn't want to ruin it with your own germs and body funk.

You just stroke it every so often to remind yourself of what heaven feels like.

Her eyes...

Looking into her eyes is like peering into pure beauty.

Beauty so pure that if it could be transferred into a drug, you wouldnt be able to afford it at its street value.

You'd be better off by-passing the easy to notice handshake you would give "that guy on the corner" and just go straight to the Colombian fields yourself and get the wholesale price from the Cartel dealer down there.

Bring it back to your place and cut it the way that you want.

But heres the thing,

                             you can't cut this kind of beauty.

It's already chopped and screwed just the way you want it.

That's what makes her so special, she's just the way you want her.

If you could take what she was and melt her down into a fiery ball of pretty, then take that same ball of raw gorgeous and mold it into whatever the most absolute flawless woman would be to you, you would simply find yourself with a finished product the same as what you began with.

You'd be nearly unable to determine a way to describe what she was exactly, but there is one name and only one name that just gets it right;

                                                                                 Nicole.

Here We Go..

Wrote this the other night while high on Moscato...


I see you in your black tank top and pink underwear. You try to run away to tease me but there's no escaping it. What I'm about to do to it should be considered illegal in every state and cuntry in the world. I grab you by the cheeks of your perfect ass and hoist your gorgeous body up against mine. Make sure to press it hard next to me so that I don't drop you. I promise I would never ever let that happen. Your skin so smooth making it hard to grip that booty but I got you, I promise. I throw you onto the bed and immediately reach for those panties you got on. I grab for the top of them and just tear them in half right off of you revealing that bare, smooth pussy that I'm about to destroy. Without even paying attention to the fact that your titties are still covered by that shirt, my tongue sees what it desires and mounts an offensive strategy of attack on your clit which feels like a miniuature punching bag and my tongue is wearing the boxing gloves. Your pussy juices taste as sweet as morning OJ that I drink up with every passing lap my tongue makes over your love bean. I refuse to stop as your pulling on my ears and my head as if you're trying to pry it completely off. I grab your hands and insert my fingers in the spaces between yours and they fit perfectly as I navigate your hands away from doing damage to my face as my mouth goes to town on your vagina. It may need to be surgically removed as your body squirms all over the place. The moistness from your opening is constantly flowing into my mouth and it tastes so good I don't think I ever want to stop. You scream out my name to take a break from your goodness but I refuse and press on, or should I say Lick On. The spot where your ass is on the bed is now a mini-pool overflowed with your pussy juice. It tastes so good, I can't stop. It gushes into my mouth so well, I don't even have to suck anymore, it just finds its way onto my taste buds like a magnet. 

I finally stop and rip the tank top off your chest. My tongue finds a new target in your two exquisite breasts. Your nipples are like spouts of goodness that I can't resist. I bite down on them like a straw and you cry out....but in pleasure. I can feel your hands all through my hair and all over my back. I I squeeze your chest so hard that I think I'm going to pop your natural tits but they're durable so that doesn't happen. My dick is now at a full salute, so I unsheath it and slide it roughly into your pussy as you dig your nails deep into the skin on my back. The pain that I feel only entices me further. I carry you over to the wall and use it like I would the bed. The tremors we create against the wall can be felt all throughout the bedroom.  Wonder what the neighbor's are thinking. I really could care less. This pussy is waaaaay too good right now. I pull you away from the wall and you clutch tightly onto my neck and breathing really hard into my ear as I pull your vagina onto my dick with strokes of force that would make Hurricane Irene jealous.  Your ass fits in my hands perfectly as i use it as leverage to crucify your baby maker with my love muscle. Your grab me tighter and tighter as I continue to do damage to it pound after pound after pound. I don't think it'll look the same afterwards. you might not be able to walk afterwards either. I don't wanna paralyze you but the pussy is so good I can't even describe it right now. 

I toss you back on the bed and find my way back down between your legs.  Your pussy might not have ever received this much attention all at once, ever. It's probably wondering what it did to deserve this....but it didn't do anything, it just existed. That's all I need. As long as it's there, I'm going to Fuck It. Harder and faster than you've ever felt before in your entire life. Your pussy lips are literally foaming now.  Your body still trembling from left over orgasms now hitting you all at once. It's a rare and beautiful site to see you flopping around on the bed in a  puddle of your own waters like a pretty wet fish. Your womanhood throbbing from the beating that I just gave it. Normally, i would let you breath for a sec but fuck it, like I said before, that pussy is too good. I jump on you and in one swift movement I ram my dick back inside of you and continue to beat it until you almost immediately push me off with your legs and gush all over the place. I bathe in your juices and savor the feeling of them on my skin before I insert myself back into you and punish it. You try to escape by backing further up the bed but I catch you and pull you into me with the slapping noises of our flesh connecting with each other. The sound only eggs me on even further and I wrap one arm around your shoulder and pull you up sitting on top of me as I grab your hips and pull you down onto me. I can feel every inch of your wonderful pussy now, its driving me absolutely wild. I wanna cum so bad but I hold back because I want to enjoy your vagina even longer. I can see the sweat glistening off of your body, your breasts bouncing up and down and you squeeze your hands onto my chest and stomach as you moan with delight louder and louder with every thrust that i give you. Your body looks completely amazing in the twilight. Your hair draping over your face is absolutely riveting so I reach up and grab it, pull it down hard and you let out a yelp and collapse on top of me signifying that you've just cum all over my dick once again. I can see the exhaustion in your face but I'm not done yet. I flip you over and force my penetration further and deeper than I've ever gone before. Your body is trying to force it back but it can't because I'm in the zone now and won't be denied of my prize. 

You arch your back and scream with delight and pain all at the same time as another fountain of pussy juice erupts all over the bed sheets and my penis. I quickly re-enter and proceed to devastate you further and harder and stronger as your grip my muscles with your hands, grabbing harder and harder until you can't fit anymore of my arm into your palm. I bite your neck as I release my dick from your pussy's hold and shoot my white love all over your slippery body. Completely out of breath, I lean over and ever so gently kiss your lips. They are so sweet, similiar but different from the your other set of lips at the same time. I can't get enough of either. I grab a towel and wipe you off your majestic still pulsating body and hold you close to me as we both lie in bed trying to recover from what just took place. Before we completely pass out, I lower my lips to your ear and whisper ever so softly, "I Love You". Then those same set of lips on my face immediately find their way back down to the ones below your hips....

Spoken Truth

Drunk Texting

Some habits in Life can be tough to admit

Some shameful, some secretive, some brushed away with a gesture

But this one is really not, so I’ll stand and introduce myself

Hello, my name is Sean and I am a Drunk-Texter

More of a chronic disease really than an awkward habit

I don’t drink much but when I do I am guilty

Of pulling out my smartphone, turning it sideways

And drafting embarrassing text messages by the plenty

I don’t think they’re all bad, Personally

Some are to females I care of with feelings emphatic

My mood changes from sad to sweet

From down to upbeat, from mad to romantic

I turn into a true blue poet

Someone who carries his heart by his side

Who isn’t afraid to smile, a real change takes over

One that sees Dr. Jekyll without that Mr. Hyde

I can’t deny that some I have very much regret

Unlike any that I’ve written while sober

I pick a girl, grab my heart and begin to pour

So embarrassed after the fact, I wished I didn’t know her

One girl knew she was on my mind,

And that I cared deeply for another

The next heard I wanted to make her mine

But the last saw that I Loved her

I’m sure she knew that it wasn’t true

Probably saw me the same as other despicable men

Recklessly clicking away on the glass screen

Letting clouded emotions spill from my drunken digital pen

Every other day I keep my heart behind a heavy door

The Corona that passes over my lips seems to pick the lock

It opens the gate for many others to enter

Floats my emotions to the top and makes room for the Ciroq

I’m fortunate that in my liberated state of mind

I haven’t done anything to deserve a slap

Including licking beer off of a females chest

And resisting to give another’s ass a hard smack

I’ve been accused of drinking & texting quite often

But it’s a good thing that I never do it alone

Some people make sure their boy takes their keys

True story, I ask mine to always take my cell phone

Society looks down on this deed as being bad

I see this act of intoxication as an art however

Feelings that which are otherwise hard to admit

Fall from fingertips into messages that later will add to your terror

Usually the drunken truth is spoken

And this is because of alcohol, the liquid bravery

So sometimes you should pay attention to those texts

Because they may hold importance, some kind of intimate savory

If those Vodka & Cranberry thoughts weren’t real

Then why on Earth would they ever be said

They had to emerge from somewhere, someplace

They were just tired and Jack Daniels helped get them outta Bed

Drunk people only say what everyone is thinking

Things outrageous like who the hell lives in Kansas?

Or unspeakable acts they would do to that girl

Yes, I am a drunken artist and this keyboard is my only Canvas

My only wish is that when you read you do not judge

I do not deny that for texting under the influence, I am notorious

Someone should be there to stop me with a sobriety test

I’d fail every time but my words would be beautiful and quite luxurious

I know its something that I need to stop

But no matter what I write, I always feel like Im winning

Usually afraid to speak, I am each time the quiet one

But this Long Island Iced Tea always seem to give me an opinion

Either way, drunk or sober

I see the situation and feel like I cannot goof

I mean what I say and I say what I feel

What I feel is not always cuz of Absolut, but it’s always the absolute truth

Girls are Stupid, Boys are Somewhat Smart part 6

...which brings us to the finale.  It's finally over, the last part of my mild tirade on why females should rely more on their common sense sometimes over their emotions.  Hopefully those of you who have been reading this have grasped and understood the actual concept which is not me simply bashing women. I love them way too much to do that.  I'm just trying to save the world, one misguided female at a time.

Last Part (I promise):

I came across a pretty insightful statement that compared the rash decision making that women do to the rash decision making that parents do when their child is at stake.

 

“A women’s natural maternal instinct just may be a large part in why they rely on their emotions so much.”

A parent under stress about the welfare of their child isn’t always thinking clearly.  They are only seeing the end result.  An end result that consists of their child being ok and everything returning back to normal.  The path that they choose to reach that end result may not always be a logical one.  But that’s the thing, they don’t care.  Their kid is what lies in the balance.  Females are similar because they think more with their emotions than with their brains.  They allow their feelings and what they want to happen to over shadow what probably should happen.  They have a “let’s get this done now” mentality.  When sometimes they should use a “let’s discuss what the best way is for us to get this done so we’re both happy” mentality.