work work work
it's morning and I am back to work.
seems all I do is work. with a few hugs and kisses and cuddles thrown in at the very beginning of the day and at the end (with my son, of course!)
sometimes the monotony is broken with a little bit of primal satisfaction in the wee hours of the night... how I thrive on sex and the occasional lunch. but that frog just hops in and out and flicks its bumpy, snappy tongue at me in the in-betweens.
just a frog.
somewhere to sleep.. somewhere to sleep... somewhere to scrape your body off my feet... put on your black dress, float on your back... too long, too late, now you're gone...(belly)
am I as miserable as she wants me to feel? she that is me that is miserable? not really miserable. just keeping my head above the water. it's the only way the sun can kiss my nose.
am I in control or am I being controled? I think by now the illusion is that of being controlled while actually doing all the controlling myself. the flesh is weak. the heart is pure. the mind is churning. constantly. so much so that the rest of this industrial workhorse cannot shut down for sleep. never truly a deepest sleep.
but I know that I will be flying sometime. soon.
this is just mindflow. sorry for the egocentricity. a little more of the curtain lifted. nothing new to me. chalk this one up to ultimate climactic wankerdom!!
it's morning and I am back to work.
seems all I do is work. with a few hugs and kisses and cuddles thrown in at the very beginning of the day and at the end (with my son, of course!)
sometimes the monotony is broken with a little bit of primal satisfaction in the wee hours of the night... how I thrive on sex and the occasional lunch. but that frog just hops in and out and flicks its bumpy, snappy tongue at me in the in-betweens.
just a frog.
somewhere to sleep.. somewhere to sleep... somewhere to scrape your body off my feet... put on your black dress, float on your back... too long, too late, now you're gone...(belly)
am I as miserable as she wants me to feel? she that is me that is miserable? not really miserable. just keeping my head above the water. it's the only way the sun can kiss my nose.
am I in control or am I being controled? I think by now the illusion is that of being controlled while actually doing all the controlling myself. the flesh is weak. the heart is pure. the mind is churning. constantly. so much so that the rest of this industrial workhorse cannot shut down for sleep. never truly a deepest sleep.
but I know that I will be flying sometime. soon.
this is just mindflow. sorry for the egocentricity. a little more of the curtain lifted. nothing new to me. chalk this one up to ultimate climactic wankerdom!!
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I feel like it has been AGES since we've had proper time together, just to chat, and chill out...
I hope I can scoot out on Sunday for a bit, depending, of course, on how well Luke is at that point...
He has a fever again
I'll call you sometime tomorrow - hopefully I won't have the phone wrestled away from me this time
later dudette,
d.