Alluring lust and passion forms, gradual like a delicate flower bloom, as control loses composure to her sly evil smile with her fingers tracing my silhouette. I feel trembles surge through my entire being for a second or two, commanding my goosebumps to rise as she breaths delicate breaths into my ears. Her face tells me she is craving to be in me as I in her. The adventure unwraps within as her touches electrify my senses. Every sound made is a manifestation of pleasure and fun. Every movement testifies a languish of calmness; steam setting into the love-making. You see, she and I are made to integrate.

I wonder if the cab driver eavesdropped on our little crusades.

The curses of over-conviction unravel as she turned the pages of her story book every minute of life. Questions she found thumping in her head all night long, unconfirmed doubts, to dejavu. Flipping history, she remembered failed stories which she pumped all her efforts into, tales of tears and dejection. But never was found - the page where the key to her soul was.

The End was always an option.

Tributes and fervent good wishes to yours truly.

kh4i says:
happy mama's day (:
kh4i says:
i love you mum (:
kh4i says:
other than my real mum youre the best ive ever had.
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suicide messiah says:
happy (to be)mothers day!

Mothers are God-given and extraordinary, especially mine. Happy Mother's Day to all that's instinctively played motherly roles in their lives, those who carried duties of mothers, and to the women who have laid down youth and blood for their offsprings.

Have you ever tried reaching for the horizons that touch beyond vision? Has the sunlight ever blinded dwelling humanity in you?

My sails have set themselves to a faraway dubious ocean. Have yours too?

Cherry cheeks,
in bashful blushes
Mouth against mouth resuscitating,
reviving back drained life.
Honest emotions holding two on
Onto infinity.
Blissful indulgence in divulgence,
gaps were none,
too close, too tight.

Gender discrimination, sexuality choices
Roads embarked, exchanged affections
forever not, because
Now is Eternal.

My confession is that, you have always made me happy, to the furthest extent of your control and means. I can grasp overwhelming joy, because you have set your heart to try at any attempt to see a smile drawn onto my face. This works vice versa. I'll run out of things to use to count if I had to take note of all the sacrifices you made for me, minute or giant.

No more do we need to promise crossing mountains and oceans just to profess mutuality and affection, all we need is just to thrive on the much we possess. No more will we falter from the stumbling of stones, because we have climbed rocks of trials and obstacles. The good days with you, always are the perfect ones, so uncomparable. The bond between us now is thick, and so unbreakable. We started out like any other ordinary lovers, had our goods and bads, and we're stronger than any other now.

However rough or smooth the road may be, rest assure that I'm the shoulder you can count on to soak your tears into, the reliable me. I will love you for as long as fate can contain our togetherness. My best and most are all yours until it doesn't belong. But until then, we'll make moments shared happy and unforgettable.

By the way, I'm not at an attempt to raise readers' goosepimples, this entry is purely dedicated to my one and only, Nique.

It has to be the smell of rain that is rushing nostalgia into her senses. Above all else, she wishes she could be strolling under that rain outside the windows with you.

The way she slids your love into her lover, the kissing so wild, the make-loves, her sweet-nothings that tingle her lover's fancies, the walk she struts with her seductive bums and the way the couple make the loving whole, practicing love underneath the sacred sheets.

Tomorrow, we'll experiment recollecting bodily needs.

Conclusion of chases for bigger rainbows; the never finishing sought afters. Discontentment fed with unkindness of human nature like hunger growing in a snake lurking for prey. Gliding through dissatisfaction; now starving.

Just like how the book of mercy closes in on me, nothing else sets aside for happier thoughts; none in exception. Hysteria, all I hear. Confusion races between conflicts. Optimism vacant; no room for redemption

Me happy - you happy. Mutual exchange or sacrifice? I know not from here.

My pot of gold awaits at the end of my rainbow.

Do words turn stale after much repetition, which also possibly indicates insignificance and redundance. The words, they take effect on people all the time, and I am of no exception, other than I'm not too keen in being taken in by them these days.

Sometimes, your presence is one that makes me falter ever so often, and now I'm finding it hard to recuperate from the constant battering and mending of my feelings. My trust marred from all the little novelty games (they call it). It isn't ever easy witnessing so much corruption in human nature, but I guess, dealing with it is the only way to weave myself out of such situations. My inclination towards shifting the blame to others occurs often, but at the end of every ride, it is only myself that guilt has been inflicted onto. It isn't hard to picture scenarios of the hypocritical side of me (which I can't deny, because I am possibly more hypocritical than anyone I know), which I think I portray quite often these days. But despite all these commotion, it is only the firm mindsets and principles that stay with you now and forevermore, that waver with you to no succumb eventually.

Human race progression. Double ha.

Series. Feast on them.












These two (bottom) are classics.