Anticipation

I love the way Tim Curry holds the p when saying the word,

defining it as he says it.

I’ve always loved the anticipation, sometimes more than the act.

My hands on your knees as you sit on my desk,

the darkness behind us- silent yet dangerous.

The look in your eyes as I gaze up at you,

Your lust spilling down onto me as you rock my chair back and forth, your feet on the arms and my fingers digging into your skin.

You wore a skirt.  Tease.

Our clothes are in the way though,

a casualty of war that will soon feel a ripped fury unleashed upon them.

This is the last moment my mind thinks before it relies on instinct, sound or the way your body reacts to my touch.

That moment when the anticipation of what I’m going to do to you runs through my head,

and what possibilities you’ll do to me dances gleefully along side it.

Your chest at my eye level and your eyes looking down to mine,

Seeing part of your bounty and unable to control my breathing,

Your legs are still parted.

My focus scattered.

The moment before action drilling its way into my pounding heart.

Draw out the anticipation of lust,

until the dams break and flood us both.

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Addicted

You can get addicted to people, their presence and their voice.

When you look around and don’t see them you feel a mood swing,

when you do catch their eye it’s as if your hearts playing hop scotch.

Addiction takes its toll on everyone though.

When the fix is gone is when the pain hits.

All of my good sides are bad

What do you do when all of your heroes are villains?

When you realize the bad side is the one that is right

and the aim of who to root for seems off?

How do you reconcile that you’re no longer the hero?

How easy will it be to just give in?

And when you do what kind of chaos can you reign?

Heroes are who they root for but,

Villain’s make a story compelling.

Be the villain they think you are

and let their smugness comfort them because

It feels natural to toss your arms in the air and proclaim,

“Alright, I’m the bad guy then.”

Your smile doesn’t fade though,

it twists.

But the core of you doesn’t change at all

because maybe it never needed to.

Villain

Do you ever think sometimes that maybe you’re the villain in whatever story that’s being told?

Most people are good, most of the time anyways.  Some people are bad some of the time.   There is always the saying that nobody is perfect but at what point does it turn into balancing being good with doing things that are bad?  Or if not bad then detrimental to others?

I find whenever a story is being told it makes the jump from good to great whenever the villain is someone who isn’t a mustache-twirling stereotype.  The kind that simply wants to bring the end of the world for reasons of a prophecy or an oddly concocted reasoning that is too complicated or silly to really make sense.  Great villain’s have depth and in some ways you feel for them.  Sometimes you even cheer for them if the circumstances don’t go against the protagonist directly.  A great villain believes they are just in the pursuit of their goal just as the the hero does.

So what kind of strange twist would it be to wake up and wonder if maybe you’re the villain and there is a hero out there that will one day try and stop you.  In the 40s and 50s  and that time the heroes of western movies were the cowboys, the villains were the natives.  From the view of the natives the cowboys were the villains and they were just in their reasoning for trying to get rid of them.  What would you do if you found out what you were doing made you, in someone else’s eyes, the bad guy?  But also that no matter how you rationalized it your path was still just?

That’s the path of a great villain.  Someone who does something because they know its right even while someone else is telling them its wrong.  At the same time that is the exact thing we admire in a hero, the courage to stand up for whats right no matter who is telling them that its wrong.  Is this schizophrenia or principal?

Another question is; what kind of villain are you?

The kind that stays true to their path because what you believe is right and the other side is wrong?  Or are you the kind of villain that goes slightly mad?  You’re unable to reconcile the two sides and you throw your hands up and and say, “you know what?  Okay.  Fine.  I’ll be the bad guy.”

Do you embrace being the villain when you realize you’re not the hero anymore?  Even more, do you enjoy it?

I know enough of you for me

“I love you,” he said to her.

“No you don’t,” she batted back.

“What do you mean?”  He asked in confusion.

“You don’t love me.”

“But I do.  I just said it.  How could you possibly know if I loved you or not?”

“Because you don’t even know me.”

“I know you enough for me.”

Your pink painted lips

I could imagine chewing you like a piece of gum.
Popping you into my mouth and gnashing away.
Your sweetness trickling down my throat.
Spreading you across my mouth with my tongue.
Your tough texture needing to be stretched and pulled.
Then balling you in the back of my mouth and chewing again
Repeatedly kneading you until I could push you to my lips
and blow

Satisfaction

Satisfaction is simplicity.  Sleeping in.  Eating out.  Seeing someone you love.  These are simple and easily made to happen.  The greatest satisfaction for me is when I kiss your lips.  Undressing you and feeling your once covered flesh against my fingertips.  All of that plus the way you look at me.  You are my satisfaction.