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I need a toy boy, oh wait I have one of those....just not that into him tho he is gorgeous, FUCK! I need a toy boy with a few brain cells that work regularly, just can't do banal conversation, it does nothing for my sense of lust.

Here are some words of wisdom:

HINDU WISDOM:
Though you guard it well, what destiny does not
decree disappears
Though you cast it aside, what fate calls yours
will not depart
- Thirukkural

"The human brain is unique in that it is the only container of which it can be said that the more you put into it, the more it will hold." -- Glenn Doman

Since I am in advertising (my day job) this next quote makes me smirk, although it also reminds me of some of the relationships I have had with men, especially the last sordid affair.

"Advertising - a judicious mixture of flattery and threats." - Northrop Frye

He he he he!


Here is some more morbid poetry written when I was pissed off the sordid affair boy..

Pain and its delectable after taste flavours my present moments
I am hovering bellow the threshold of breakdown
All this uncertainty, all this tangible distrust
Will I survive? Am I whole?
What completes my being?
What does peace look like?
Is it a slow lulling consciousness or
is it akin to being rocked in a dreamlike state,
cradled in a maternal bossom of acceptance?

After that I thought that I would be a little more proactive and actually express exactly what it was that I wanted from him, from a lover, from a man...it kinda scared me as I realise that I have high expectations....I think that is a good thing though...

Anyway here goes...

Unravel my defences with your consistent desire to be your best in every endeavour,
with your unwavering commitment to honour and integrity, yet have the courage to admit that you are frail, that you make mistakes and that sometimes you need help.

Make love to me with your soul, your mind and lastly your body,
touch me as though I am your undiscovered goddess and
worship my body with your lips, your hands, your entire being.

Understand that it is the little things that you do that make my heart sour, that release a flurry of tingles and delight within me.
Over deliver and under promise as though your words are appreciated, their nature remains fleeting.
It is your deads & your attitude that truly communicate your affection or your affliction...whichever is relevant & true.