I am the bad guy. I groove temptation.
Advice to those of you in my boots:
Are you experienced?
If so, be like fire, be a progressive, devouring, emotive force.
Prey on the day.
Demand damned pleasure. Eat the day. Memorized moments of frozen bliss hold keys to the future.
The past made you what you are now.
Time to cultivate feelings long plowed under.
Bring your dreams to life.
Do not judge harshly; you should not judge at all. Seduce, not over minutes or hours, but over weeks, months if necessary.
My blood is the color of a strong improvisational glance.
Match it, I assure you, we’ll soon someday dance.
Yours should be of similar hue.
Pray to the god of mega.
Be the god of you.
Periodically, I make a coordinated effort to resurface. I do not break the ice. I melt the ice. I breathe tonal fogs and dream of feathercats.
Our generation, despite rumors to the contrary, is not lost. We segue into newer kisses. We touch, figure, adapt, initiate, explore and relax. We can be slippery and be seen while being the scene.
We can go underground and dance with dozens, then alone. Then walk away.
I have hazy, hazy motives and project cool, convincing glances. A hip nature comes to mind.
Sometimes it’s time to be the savior, sometimes it’s time to recklessly accelerate with determination. Sometimes it’s time to listen to you whisper and breathe and imagine you four seasons into the future.
I refer to old chart pages of Rolling Stone for nostalgia. I burn memories like others burn dinner. I establish myself today, I live for tomorrow. I get serious about not getting serious.
Are you experienced?
Metaphysical movements and the compelling essence of a soft dilemma
The silence of a long wait, a wait too long. Blistering leaps into pathetic days and nights of insolence. Relinquish and extinguish thoughts of the exterior, the recent callings and the former pushes to powerful scenes. A long groove into a day spread upon a beaming savannah.
Sign on and sound off.
A cryptic myth, an essence of rhythm and sweet juice falls, crashes within. Bubbling in warm, wet logic, physical stimulation and simmering reactions. Ooze into the heart in hand and reclaim life as it may be. Disguised as countless other feelings with roots in eroticism, intelligence and mail line grunts.
Another essence, a time for addictions and a cleansing elixir. One, a sweet peace breeze, a naked warmth, a natal setting. The other dry, baking and stark. Clean and excellent. Two worlds of light and whispers unto their own. Regardless reflections into a central core, molten and forever illuminating.
Easing into position. Hissing, groaning in claustrophobic silent pleasure.
Openings into different savannahs, noises, sensations.
Settling into a soft dilemma. Settling deep into a bed of pleasures and warmth. Future recollections of pleasure assured. Settle deep, recline into bliss and security.
Be content and talk about it.
Heed all warnings and accelerate into the future clutching someone vital, new and possibly fulfilling. Open your eyes in the middle of this long kiss, smile, delighted, continue.
Touch, figure, adapt, initiate, explore, create.
A unique crash into self-reflection and submission to souvenirs of promise and perfume. Too late to feign, Naieve, stylish and commanding. Heed words suggesting nothing otherwise.
Daylight, perhaps, will not break soon enough. Do not drop the brittle. Clutch, rescue, save and comfort. Ignore the snarling factions. Push for space and territory. Expand.
Establish a situation of elation, bliss and agonizing want.
Just do it.
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