#solar masses

[music4thebasshead]

Exium - Solar Masses (Original Mix) [NHEOMA]

[donniethursday-blog]

turn a cheek towards me

Obscure, desperate, cringing and cheap we look through pinholes at one another. At most we make out the blurred outline and vaugue colors that comprise us in our entirety. For the most part we're all the same, stirring, brooding, and stark raving mad. Constantly catting for a fuck.

It's you, prepared so meticulously, absently adhering to our social guidelines... and here I am tangling my tongue between my teeth, preparing my pallet. I carry the thick, itchy mane of a lion, loud and arrogant. Fixated on impressing everyone while I hastily commit to nothing. I sit and wait, as the meal comes to me. It's befitting. Arrogant.. so brilliantly arrogant, it's a wonder I leave my room to participate at all.

I wish so pathetically, so desperately that one day you'll know how frustratingly lovely you are. Every minute I spend with you I feel my heart will go super nova and my brain will sink into the binds of the singularity it leaves behind. I can't help but fixate on your thighs, on the meat surrounding your femur, your hips... I wait for the minute we stop playing around with each other and we can finally tare each other to pieces in secret.

Outside I am this man, this weak, emphatic blob of flesh at best, spewing nonsense continually over time. My words, unfortunately, beyond the event horizon. It's the carnivore inside that gives me the hunger. The insufferable rage that comprises my frustration and loathing for the distance between us. It can be inches, and it is still deafeningly unbearable. My arm reaches for what seems like miles over the span of decades to reach that pasty, taught flesh of yours. It takes the decades to muster the control to halt my fingers, to send beguiling amounts of impulses to their tips... to eventually stop.

You're always asking why I look exhausted... I wish you knew what I go through to show you just an ounce of the respect I have for you.