Clueless

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Involved. There. With me.

Right.

So far removed from reality.

I know.

You don’t.

Still fighting the wrong things.

Proudly arrogant.

You go, boy.

You lose, boy.

Growing weary.

Moving on.

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Unobstrusive

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I stayed in the background letting you take center stage.

It’s what you needed.

It’s what I thought you wanted.

It’s what I thought I should do.

My needs took second fiddle.

They weren’t that important.

I was wrong.

You dick.

Fire And Ice

fire and ice

The fire in you warms me.
My coolness keeps you from burning to a crisp.

Manage my happiness! 

But my needs are subject to your approval.
Navigating your ego is treacherous.

Peace and quiet, no conflict!

There’s no room for mine.

Love Lessons

 

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This past weekend, in between friendship, fellowship, and education, I also had the privilege of getting to know this young man and his music. Each experience was delightful.

In this short time together, Harrison managed to bring my focus to love leaving me no choice but to speak with him about his work. The musical moments he offered, made me think about the necessary human entanglement.

Imagine the band Judah and the Lion compacted into one person. That’s his sound, and his essence is poured out in the lyrics. He has a rich, passionate voice combined with some heart-string pulling sentiments. It was a full-on, soul-enriching morning being entertained by his palpable enthusiasm for his craft.

We had a conversation about love because his songs reminded me of that constant search for the romantic that gets within reach and can quickly get complicated, or end.

I was so drawn to the simplicity of his words tackling such a tricky topic. Emotions end up all over the spectrum and can alter your state of being literally in a heartbeat. During his performance, I experienced love and heartache in the same song. This felt like the pursuit of love or the state of being it defined well.

He gets it.

Now I’m a fan.

“For me, as I’ve gotten older, I’ve come to realize that love is thinking we are trying to find love, but we’re actually trying to define love.”, I commented. It seemed to resonate. His reaction was one of agreement and an eye-opening “yes!” followed. We experienced a consensus in closeness.

With each heartache, we refine what we need. And hopefully, we determine what is best for our being. Our personhood which is ever evolving, borne out of situation and circumstance, defining the picture of uplifting and inspiring companionship tinted with intentional desire.

Thank you, Harrison, for making the words ring genuine. Much success in your pursuits!

Chemistry

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A simple look in my direction gave away his secret. The sensuality vibrating towards me with intent, but with a shy and curious hesitation. He was scared.

I was wanted.

Flirtation became our diurnal repetition.

But I wanted more than a game of frustration; each day ending unfulfilled.

Every encounter promised more friction.

The heat wasn’t just in our eyes.

Desire growing with each attempted exposure of natural impulse.

And then it happened.

An innocent, accidental touch; the catalyst to change our ways.

The electricity in the room was palpable.

Our bodies and our mouths finally and unequivocally declared YES!

His bold lips rushing towards mine dizzying me with an intensity of soft passion.

My world melted in that moment.

I found strength in his embrace, and a lusciousness hard to ignore.

His body dared me to explore what now was being offered openly for me to take.

My fingers caressed every curve, yearning to get beneath the fabric.

I pulled it all away, and he did the same.

Beholding our nakedness unleashed unprecedented joy in our expressions.

And more hunger for satisfaction.

I wanted my new lover to consume me completely.

He did.

As reality perished around me, I’m taken to the near-fatal edge of my existence.

Minds swirling together in ecstasy, limbs wet with our body’s mist.

Deep breath-taking, in your ears heart-pounding, a steady pressure-building sexual agitation.

All culminating in an unfathomable intensity.

It’s like we’re hydrogen and oxygen.