takes.

i don't love recklessly like that. love is an art. and it's not abstract. it's a delicacy. it takes tactic. it takes skill..... at my level at least.... at our level at least. it takes craftsmanship. it takes patience. it takes time. it takes effort.  

it takes. and it gives. oh, it gives.  

Just to be.

 

you asked me why? as if there had to be a why. as if you had to understand. as if i needed your approval. as if i needed your acceptance. 

there's no why. 

there's just is. it is what it is. 

it is what's been, what it'll always be. 

that's just how it is, how it'll always be. 

you'll make what you want from it. others will take what they want from it. and i. i'll just continue to be. how i've been being. how i'll always be. who i'll always be. me. just me. for me. because of me. for the sake of me and mine. me, myself, and i.... maximizing the powers of being. just being. 

Flesh Talk

 

if flesh could talk: 

mines would yell at the feel of your touch. 

it'd probably stutter, at the rate of your thrusts. 

if flesh could talk:

mines would be at a constant loss of words, 

if flesh could talk:

may the goose bumps on the surface of my skin always speak for me. 

if flesh could talk: 

may the syllables mine utters crumble at your finger tips. 

if flesh could talk: 

shut mine up.

speak back to it in tongues. 

if flesh could talk:

mines would tell you that talk is cheap. 

and that words are better reinforcers than they are demonstrators

if flesh could talk:

it'd tell you that you weren't listening to what it'd been saying this whole time. 

it'd tell you to pay attention.