You and me

you touch more, you love it
making me breath, my manhood pressed up against my boxers
oh i know i love it
my mouth is oh so close to it too

I can feel your wet lips against my boxers
as you stroke me
my hand holding your hair, I want you

i feel it and it makes me want you more, were at point were i need to feel your manhood in my hands, in my mouth, inside me, its about to happen, desire took a hold on me and i cant bare the wait any longer

you sit up and take of your shirt, breast full in your bra, you look at me as I admire your curves
cute in your glasses and hair up
you move in close and move my hand so it is on your bra, feeling you, I kiss your face
your hand feels my stomach, and dips into my boxers, my tounge against yours, I breath, you breath

Why I love product design

I like design, not because I like shopping, my interest lays with how it is made, possibly understanding how to make a positive impact, or have a better understanding of how it all works.

I feel like I know so much more, and the more I know the less I am worried, I see the positive, where as once I only saw the negative.

 

Knickers

I lay them out on the bed for you to choose,

I take a photo and send it to you,

you pick black lace with a flowery front,

I slip them on, and read my book,

My thighs now on your mind all day,

what I wear you choose,

only you know what I wear beneath my dress,

until I see you tonight,

I hope my knickers and thighs are on your mind.

thinking it through in a poem

My body shakes, and I can’t sleep, 

I feel all messed up, was dating you good for me?

Or just a cut getting deeper, 

I know you will hurt me again, 

Should I prepare, or leave. 

You make me hate everyone in the room, 

And now I think, should I share my feelings with you? 

hearts break, late night at the party

I was so caught up being a good partner, 

A had a drink and chatted and relaxed, 

They were kissing others out of sight and then infront of me, 

I was right there, why not kiss me your partner, 

I knew things would get worse from there,

Late at night I went to bed exhasted, tired of watching my feelings be trampled, 

As i lay there stomach churning, I could here, 

Sounds that of sex and lust. 

Do I leave a love? Am I pathetic? 

sex and solitude (lyrics)

Solitary blues

In solitude with too many things to do,

In solitude, ten days, with too many little things to do,

­­ In the thick of a solitude session, just me with a little more me

In the walls which I sit, there are open doors but I do not move

In solitude I find my own things to do,

 

SEX

Sex running through my blood,

Sex is running through my blood, pretty little loveI had, now I want,

My blood is a little warmer thinking of you,

Warm thighs and tight clothing, I last the longest

Sex is all around, and it makes me smile how attractive the world is

Seven thoughts on my mind as I sing my Solitary blues (lyrics)

 

DENIAL

In solitude with too many things to do,

Sex running through my blood,

I stay up late looking for answers,

Messy room, materials and unfinished pieces,

Doesn’t take long for me to lose my mind.

Independent thought is  – ugly, rough around the edges, unprofessional.

Copy cat, that is where it is at

 

ANGER

In solitude, ten days, with too many little things to do,

Sex is running through my blood, pretty little loveI had, now I want,

I stay up late looking for answers, please enlighten me while I close my eyes

Messy room, clothes on the floor, I don’t want to throw anything out,

I am frozen here, wanting to move,  i think im losing a piece of myself,

Trying to think a clear thought, but it just isn’t feeling that way,

Everything has been done, what am I doing anyway

 

­­  BARGAINING

I the thick of a solitude session, just me with a little more me

My blood is a little warmer thinking of you,

Late is the hour, looking for something more, drousy mind, any answer will do,

I have not cleaned in so long, so many, could be projects

I feel my world a little over simplified

I try to create my own thing, but all I am doing is making a mess

Copy copy paste.

 

DEPRESSION

In the walls which I sit, there are open doors but I do not move

Warm thighs and tight clothing, I last the longest

I stay up very late, searching, for idk what

Messy room, now clean, fabrics drapped over things, chic

Doesn’t take long to lose my mind, doesn’t take long to find it either,

I try to make something of myself, but unsure what will work

Keep it simple, inspiration is everywhere

 

ACCEPTANCE

In solitude I find my own things to do,

Sex is all around, and it makes me smile how attractive the world is,

I stay up late as a am still enjoying the day,

Neat room, books in a line, I feel comfort here, and I am glad I cleaned it

My mind I keep, personal best and a smile above the rest

I think, see watch and do, after all that is all you can do

I think and write funny little list, for a few close friends to witness

I copy you, and you copy me hand in hand