Brutal Honesty Is Not For The Weak Hearted. (A ‘Single’ Explanation) I only think of you, when my dick is hard & aching for some-kind-of hungrin’-human-touch-and-touch like some-kind-of inticin’-invitin’-such-and-such. I can barely hide it- I can’t keep dry in my dreams I certainly can’t wake up in the morning without that solid rock-of-gibralter pumping these thoughts of pumping through my body like rigor mortis, with the thought of you; and your promise of la petite mort. … When all I have to do is ignore it away, or secretly erase it through- and once my desire is shed away I’m no longer thinking of you… (and I find I no longer give a fuck rather you would ever give one to me) /01/10/09/ M. L. Michael
brutal honesty is not for the weak hearted (NSFW)
I only think of you,
when my dick is hard &
aching for some-kind-of
hungrin’-human-touch-and-touch
like some-kind-of
inticin’-invitin’-such-and-such.[…]