Average Young Man

Poetry, musings, and other notable words.

[average-young-man]

I am told we are without sin in heaven,

and our loved ones are there, waiting patiently for us.

- this troubles me -

my thoughts are inherently sinful, as are my actions,

and the same was true for my loved ones.

without sin, it would be difficult to distinguish any soul from another,

and aside from physical features, I would be hardly recognizable.

that sounds more like hell than anything.

[average-young-man]

why do we fight so hard

to find people without

the very flaws we harbor

inside ourselves

yet simultaneously 

expect them to 

forgive us 

of these flaws

[average-young-man]

in a world governed by destiny,

there is no need to ask “why?”

[average-young-man]

Because the number of things that had to happen just right in order for us to be where we are is astronomical… The likelihood of our hands ever touching was so infinitesimally small that to guess we would end up looking into each others eyes and saying “I love you” would have been preposterous and a complete disregard for any rational statistical thinking. Add this to the fact that our hormones and pheromones are complementary, our wits and senses of humor are balanced, our interests are common, but different enough to be exciting and provide perspective, our bodies fit together like they were crafted for each other by the hand of God, our hearts pound for each other, eyes dilate, body temperatures rise, sexual desire arouses, lips touch in a way that feels like having a conversation with nothing but our love for each other… Add these things and it becomes strikingly apparent that nothing based on science or reason could ever possibly come close to explaining our connection.  It is a miracle. And you are mine.

Average Young Man (via average-young-man)

[average-young-man]

i miss the way your thighs feel against my face so damn much

the way your lips feel sliding across either side of my tongue as i part them

so soft, and warm, and wet on the inside

i miss the way your hips move against me,

pressing your clit against the back of my tongue

when you push up, i can feel the tip of my tongue get wetter and hotter

as it pushes against the softer part of you,

and your flesh gives just enough that i can tell i’m just barely inside you

it sends a rush of your taste to me and i want all of it

every inch of you

every single drop of your wetness in my mouth

i try so hard to lick all of it and stuff my face into you as far as i can

i feel your thighs press against my face and ears,

and because of that, i can’t hear you

but, the sound of my tongue against you is amplified in my head just briefly

i reach for your breasts, and your stomach, and your thighs,

and any part of you that i can hold and run my hands across because, 

i swear to god, 

it makes you taste stronger

i wrap my arm over your waist and stomach

so that i can control your motion for just long enough

to slide my finger into you

i can feel your abdomen contracting and relaxing with my finger

and your clit pulsing against my lips and tongue

all of you starts to quiver and get hotter, 

and you contract around my finger, 

and you thighs trap my head,

and i can feel your heels digging into my back;

fingers running through my hair

you gush into my mouth and taste so sweet

my face gets wet as you get stickier and juicier

you jerk as i suck on you and play with your lips

i miss the way your thighs feel against my face so damn much

[average-young-man]

i miss the way your thighs feel against my face so damn much

the way your lips feel sliding across either side of my tongue as i part them

so soft, and warm, and wet on the inside

i miss the way your hips move against me,

pressing your clit against the back of my tongue

when you push up, i can feel the tip of my tongue get wetter and hotter

as it pushes against the softer part of you,

and your flesh gives just enough that i can tell i’m just barely inside you

it sends a rush of your taste to me and i want all of it

every inch of you

every single drop of your wetness in my mouth

i try so hard to lick all of it and stuff my face into you as far as i can

i feel your thighs press against my face and ears,

and because of that, i can’t hear you

but, the sound of my tongue against you is amplified in my head just briefly

i reach for your breasts, and your stomach, and your thighs,

and any part of you that i can hold and run my hands across because, 

i swear to god, 

it makes you taste stronger

i wrap my arm over your waist and stomach

so that i can control your motion for just long enough

to slide my finger into you

i can feel your abdomen contracting and relaxing with my finger

and your clit pulsing against my lips and tongue

all of you starts to quiver and get hotter, 

and you contract around my finger, 

and you thighs trap my head,

and i can feel your heels digging into my back;

fingers running through my hair

you gush into my mouth and taste so sweet

my face gets wet as you get stickier and juicier

you jerk as i suck on you and play with your lips

i miss the way your thighs feel against my face so damn much

[average-young-man]

Because the number of things that had to happen just right in order for us to be where we are is astronomical... The likelihood of our hands ever touching was so infinitesimally small that to guess we would end up looking into each others eyes and saying "I love you" would have been preposterous and a complete disregard for any rational statistical thinking. Add this to the fact that our hormones and pheromones are complementary, our wits and senses of humor are balanced, our interests are common, but different enough to be exciting and provide perspective, our bodies fit together like they were crafted for each other by the hand of God, our hearts pound for each other, eyes dilate, body temperatures rise, sexual desire arouses, lips touch in a way that feels like having a conversation with nothing but our love for each other... Add these things and it becomes strikingly apparent that nothing based on science or reason could ever possibly come close to explaining our connection.  It is a miracle. And you are mine.

Average Young Man

[average-young-man]

She belonged to another.

I am so thankful for this. I was not looking for a relationship, and she was just another girl. But this changed.

My eyes followed her, though I attempted to steer them elsewhere, as if my brain and optical chord had disconnected. My heart pounded, head ached, thoughts swam. 

She belonged to another.

I am so thankful for this. I am not looking for a relationship, and she is taken. 

My mind constantly raced for excuses to start conversation. Why? I’m content. I’ve been hurt so badly, and I promised myself that I would avoid distractions.. focus on me.

We met at a Waffle House. I was convinced that I was reading too deeply into things. After all, it was a long distance relationship, and she just needed somebody to talk to. Face to face. Plus, this was a Waffle House...

She belonged to another.

I hate him. 

I love her.

Time tore them apart, and sewed us together. The beginning was rocky, but I could care less. My feelings don’t deceive me, and I’ve never been more certain. She is right for me, because I found her where I wasn’t looking. 

I belong to her.

[average-young-man]

Falling.

I thought that I had

hit rock bottom,

but I was just

a fool

I see the ground draw

near, with haste,

as I am falling

for you

          - a.y.m.

[average-young-man]

Sour.

isn’t it intriguing the way our lips pucker to kiss as though our tastebuds had been exposed to something unmercifully sour?

- a.y.m.

[maxmundan]

Sitting alone, just a bottle of rum for company Wondering if I will ever be loved again. If, in fact I was ever loved at all I feel you there, whispering murmuring my name swaddling me in your raw embrace You have become my playmate A bitter, abusive lover but better, in the end to no friend no love at all

Max Mundan, Dear Despair

© David Rutter 2015

Purchase my book, “JUNKIES DIE ALONE" on Amazon or iTunes.

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[quotedojo-deactivated20161103]

"If you spend too much time thinking about a thing, you’ll never get it done."

-Bruce Lee (via quotedojo)

[richonnefics]

The idea is to write it so that people hear it and it slides through the brain and goes straight to the heart.

Maya Angelou (via richonnefics)

[afadthatlastsforever]

There are a few things in life so beautiful they hurt: swimming in the ocean while it rains, reading alone in empty libraries, the sea of stars that appear when you’re miles away from the neon lights of the city, bars after 2am, walking in the wilderness, all the phases of the moon, the things we do not know about the universe, and you.

Beau Taplin || and you.  (via lotuskiss)

SO BEAUTIFUL THAT THEY HURT

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[kittygory-deactivated20210901]

Time, Warped

I am drunk with the heaviness of the lost hour. Sleep, dreams, infinities of desire gone, passed away, pissed away, bled away in the time warp of the approaching thaw. I am drunk with the leadenness of Spring.

~ KDB

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