They call me a beast and its true, cuz girl I only love the feeling of being inside of you. Wrestling myself deep within, and every time I come out I feel born again. You could call it the origin of man, that’s why we try so hard to get back to it again and again.

As long as they have vaginas women rule the world, to aquire just one man would damn the whole world. But they don’t call this love, call it lust. We don’t do it out of love, we do it because we must.

Love is broken, I never seen it work. Growing up surrounded by broken homes, growing up in a house all alone, visiting normal homes and felling awkward because the love they show.

Its hard for me to show affection, I don’t know why. Its probably one of the reason I can’t find a wife, Cuz every girl that I’ve been with thought my life, when tried to tell em I love em but it never feels right.

My love is wrong, I can’t ever get it right.

Desires of the flesh

Its the most natural thing in the entire world, yet it seems oh so foreign.

As I get close I lose myself. I lose sight of my goals. I can only imagine a single thing and in the process I can’t visualize what’s around me. 

I can’t take the intimacy. I’m not accustomed to opening up my world. I hate getting close to someone only to lose them. I hate the nothingness that comes at the end of it all.

Why is it always easier when there are no fellings attached?

Just Pure, Raw, Emotion.

You need to just live in the moment.