I love, love

I love you.
I live for those words.I didn't know I was capable of loving so deep and so intense till I started loving you. I never knew what love was, I knew that it was abstract, intangible, something you feel. It was a mystery, I thought I had been in love many times because I felt something, I couldn't explain what it was but it was a thing, a feeling in the stomach, they call it butterflies. Really, really? Butterflies? Aren't those insects? I actually don't know what a butterfly is? It is a specimen, a certain creature. Before I lose my train of thought, butterflies? In my stomach? Really? Oh to be young and naive.I realised I never really knew what love was...it has always been infatuation or lust or just caring for another more than I would for the average person. I found out what love is when I met you. I realised that I was capable of loving someone deeply and truly. That I was able to let down my guard and allow myself to be vulnerable and let you in and make my heart your base camp. The first time I saw you, you grabbed ma attention, tall, dark and strong features. I had to take a moment to contain myself. Luckily for me I was leaving as you were arriving...back track where were we? You shouldn't let me stray from the topic you know... Now where was I? Love! Oh yes, I fell in love with a man. It all happened so quickly. I was scared because I didn't know what was happening to me.He invaded my space, my mind, body and my heart. He started to occupy my thoughts, uninvited he would appear, he would stay there for minutes, hours, days. I couldn't get him out, no matter how hard I tried. I asked myself could this be it? Could this really be love? Could it be possible that I, Zora Dick could be in love? I tried to fight it. I waited for him to wake me up from what seemed to be a dream. I waited for him to do something that would let me kick him out of my space. Out of my mind, body and heart, but to my surprise that never happened. Then the day came when he uttered those three words. Yes, he said it, he whispered in my ear...my heart raised, my pulse increased, my soul smiled. He loved me. He actually said it, he loves me, yes me, lil ol me. I was loved, yipppee(fireworks) I said it back I love you too and this was the first time I had said it with feeling and meant it. I felt alive, my soul was smiling. I love love. The best thing I did for myself this year was allowing myself to love, taking that leap of faith and taking the risk by allowing myself to experience something I never experienced before. I live for love, I love saying those three words because they are real. They are powerful and I respect him for loving me. Love is seeing his face, his smile, hearing his voice, that text good morning, the kiss on the forehead. Oh yes the kiss on the forehead, love is that kiss on the forehead. I found a man who kisses me on the forehead. I found love...I love love.

Memoirs of a booty call

It happened again
He did him again and I fell for it again
He did nothing different
I could kick myself for putting myself in that situation
I knew fully what the circumstances would be
He knew he would come, cum and leave
He did just that
I last saw him two months ago
Sheer coincidence
He ended up in my bed
He faded to black and was no more
We had the occassional chat on a social site
Yes I think about him after every encounter we have
I ask myself why
Why do I think about him
He sure as hell is not thinking about me
I think of him because...
Because I let him in
I let him into my space
I share myself with him
I know that all he wants to do is cum
Why does he want to cum with me
Why do I allow him to do this to me
Everytime I let him in I lose a piece of me
I know it is just sex
He just wants to cum
I ask myself why he chooses me to satisfy his sexual desire
Why do I allow him to cum
Why do I allow him to use me
He doesn't hold me
He doesn't kiss me
He just penetrates and rolls over
He says I don't want to be close to him
Why should I be close to him
I know the drill
I am a sensitive person
I have to front like I am tough and I don't give a damn
whatever is clever?
I am slowly deteriorating
I hate how I feel everytime he walks out the door
He leaves me with questions
When will he call again
Will I play pretend again
Why did you come
The latter is a silly question because I already know the answer
He wanted to cum
BOOTY BOOTY BOOTY BOOTY all around
I don't blame him
I allowed this to happen
He calls at the crack of dawn, drunk as a skunk, smelling like a brewery
Cum, snore, fart
Very exciting
Every girls fantasy
syke
Booty booty booty booty all around

INSIGNIFICANT CHARACTER

Insignificant character that is what you said you were...at that moment I took you as just that...however as time passed you gained significance ...your smile left me mesmerised...your smell intoxicated me...i got drunk of you...your mind excited me...I wanted to feed off you...i wanted you to feed me with your knowledge...you were the intellectual type that read a lot...my kind of guy...or at least that's what I thought... you were the insignificant character...will you ever gain significance? that is what I asked myself ...insignificant is that all you will ever be? will I remembered you as the insignificant character when you possessed so much more...knowing that you knew you were so much more slowly teared my heart apart ...insignificant character why did you gain significance? did you want to be significant or was it just me, that saw you as a significant character in My life? insignificant character...why did I allow you to gain significance? after all is said and done...you will be remembered as the insignificant character that gained significance, you defied the odds...you made me smile, you let me down, you made me laugh, you lied, you stressed me out, you made me happy, but I knew from the word go that you were the insignificant character, but I chose to believe otherwise. One of the sweetest things I've ever known and you will always hold a dear and special place in my heart...insignificant character