|the spark is inside
Author: speakeasy-love PM
my p.... rated RRated: Fiction M - English - Poetry - Words: 328 - Published: 11-11-10 - Status: Complete - id: 2863812
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I know what it is; I feel like what it is to be a person now, not a result of my environment. I can see myself. I a person, a god child! As we all are, I do not believe in god. I am the footsteps in the sand, and the people I know at night. I am myself, a person. I am my denim jeans and unusual but provocative nature. I don't have to pick because I am more alive then that.
And I am those footprint dipping into the sand at the pique of it all. I have swallowing molecules and inhibited behavior. I think about it less now, what it's like to be a person.
I'm too afraid to find out how uneasy I am of her love. But I know she knows, I know she knows something that I cannot hide. But I love her and the excitement, and that is not wrong. When has my heart (my absolute whole heart) it is just that my poet likes the burn of a very hot fire. I am not losing myself, the poet already found one, and we will see if I tell her.
She takes good care of me; it is what it's supposed to be. I am exactly happy. She has done nothing to me, I am a tragic person. A great poet once said (or a great someone once said) "if not for adultery there would not be nearly as may poets and fiction writers". Something in lost, after a while. And someone must come in to spark it again.
The spark is inside my pussy.
And that, is the dirtiest thought I've had in years.
I have a soul, and I am an honest person. But some things I do, because I have always done them, and clearly I am not ready to stop.
This life I live and I have always gotten away with it.