Isn’t That Weird? – Day 203, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

Sex is already weird to begin with as a man who stands by his prudence.
What’s weird is a human’s need to mix fluids,
Rather than diving deep!
Into each other’s mind while becoming fluent,
In love languages most of us don’t speak,
Anymore…

Weirdly enough,
Romance is dead,
In exchange for lust,
Many buy into for a moment in bed,
At the cost of their spirit…

I,
For one,
Would rather wind and dine you over some dessert,
Instead,
Of leaving your breasts caked in cum you’ll wipe off like dirt,
Off of your shoulders…

What is flesh compared to a heart I don’t desire to screw over?
Nothing!
I’m blessed enough to be in your presence loving,
Everything about a smile I dearly covet,
Underneath a waning sunset,
Just as beautiful as you are…

I don’t know…
Maybe,
I’m weird like everyone has told me at some point in time,
But,
I think about being a father more often than I think about making your eyes,
Roll to the back of your head while blind,
To the joy you give me,
Every time I imagine us both having a family…

I guess,
Sex is necessary to manifest that reality.
Yet,
Why be each other’s porn star when you could be my wife,
And I,
Your husband happily ever after?
Those days are over,
Now that I’m older,
While moving up closer,
To that moment of closure,
When meeting with death…

Question is,
Are you ready to let go?
Let go of fantasies of bent toes,
From a man you don’t even know,
Pounding away on your backside,
Without ever having your back anytime problems arise?
Let me know…

Until then,
I’ll keep my curtains closed,
With my nose in a book instead of tits,
While I write another story to unfold…