Two things

There are two things that bring me home, he said

Your glistening lips and breakfast in bed.

When you wake up in the morning and walk away from me

Hastily tying your hair up but bodily esprit

The naked spine carrying the night’s battle scars

So much pleasure is a sin so put me behind bars.

You pause to turn your head back to blow me a kiss

What incredible power you have over me, miss

I stroke the sheets and the heat that still lingers

And memories of last night when I put a ring on your finger.

There are two things that bring me home, he said

I become the child again and you bring me breakfast in bed.

Salt scents

tangerine
your whiff that sighs past me and halts for her measure
musk
the hands that bury deep in another's pleasure
mint
that is found lingering at the corner of your lips
aqua
as she touches from your scalp to the hairtips

though I can't smell you
I will keep safe the haze around you from the fog machine
and its odorless glycerine

Marriagerial

I was just thinking...What if someday I meet a guy and find him marriage material, knowing that he doesn't have a gf and is also looking to get hitched but can't 'cause he's not able to meet someone new because of his hectic lifestyle, then talk to my parents and ask them to go and talk to his parents to ask for his hand in marriage?

Even the thought is odd, but not so much when the tables are turned, right?

I might wanna do that! Someday. Fun it will be! (Though scary for potential in-laws)

For now, I must stop obsessing over marriage. Jeez. Talk about getting older.

(CBZ) Xtreme torture

*eye rub*

*eye rub*

*eye rub*

Am I still in the office? *Yawn*


S made me a cute little comic which I've pinned up next to my monitor that says "Aim High, Yo! What's the worst that could happen?" S, sadly when you wrote "What's the worst that could happen?", you probably didn't think things through.

I think I might start hallucinating soon. Right now I'm wondering if I'm hallucinating my career. I guess it's better than the last time around when I almost destroyed my career dropping all my work to run off to meet the guy who became the sole reason why I even wanted to come to work in the morning. Meh.

Could I turn into one of those people who are wedded to their jobs? *shudder*

Eyes watering. Wanna. Go. Home.

It's only a few more hours till I get back to staring at this godforsaken monitor.

So gaya, yeh jahan, so gaya aasman. 
So gayi hain saari manzilein, par soyi nahi Atrisa.

Operation Havoc

Inebriated salivary tongue action, slurp-smack, hand on spine, he pull you feel nothing, loins moisture get no, wonder operative me. Means cipher. Means nada.

Enter room turgid weapon boy operative me like, do swish-swoosh he, shake knee stand can not, head spin, wonder operative me. Chemical intoxicant naught. Boy intoxicant full. *vent all gas out, single long breathing, shoulder melt*

Get it?

Don't you miss it? :P

Oh, and do read Pygmy by Chuck Palahniuk. I owe my new English language skills to that screwed up little man.