...we are 

inherently

   cell

        fish

our macro

  biology

antagonized

by the

Theology 

    of our

      pride

         packed 

deep inside

a double

   helix

     of odd

and pointed

         feelings

that wrap

around

     and hook

         us umbilical

cord like

long before

we might 

    differentiate

         any sound

      consonant 

or vowel

nor 

witness

      the limits 

         of our 

surround...

#why #lovetowrite #challenge

We retreat into the world we created inside of my bedroom. We're finally alone together, but it's not like it used to be. I used to be able to just forget everything and get lost in her embrace. The world would fade away, but now it doesn't. It remains outside the locked door, ready to knock.

I've come to expect interruptions. Texts. Phone calls. The doorbell. And everytime she would break away from me. To text back. To answer her cell phone. To peek out the blinds to see who was at the door.

From the start, I knew that I was her secret. I knew that we had to be careful. So, in a way, I guess it made sense for her to check back into her social circle. Still, I couldn't help but feel like I was easy to push aside.

That's why it isn't easy for me to let my guard down. I don't get swept up in her arms. I don't melt into her kiss. I don't revel in the taste of her strawberry chapstick or the scent of vanilla coming off her skin.

It isn't until we're both undressed and in bed that I begin to unravel. There's nothing between us now. No facades. No distance. No clothes. Just us.

She straddles one of my legs. Her curly brown hair falls over her shoulder with the movement. Her hazel eyes are heated. Her face is flushed. Her lips are bruised from kissing. All because of me.

I reach up to caress her face, trying to get a grasp on what she's feeling. Is it only lust? Or is it more than that? My heart aches, yearning for the answer.

Her body speaks, grinding against me with a fervor that makes my mind go numb. All the while, her gaze is locked onto mine, like she's watching me for my reactions. She's got me moaning, but what really gets my juices flowing is the mere sight of her losing control. She wears an expression of estacy, her eyes darkened with lust. Moans spill out of her mouth as she moves against me, her small round breasts bouncing, her tits erect.

The heat builds and builds until it explodes and overflows through me. My body goes stiff and breaks out into spasms as I cum. I can feel her cum on my thigh shortly after.

She falls beside me, beautifully out of breath. I reach out to hold her and she lets me. She's not much of a cuddler, but she indulges me, anyway. I burrow close to her chest, listening to the sound of her heartbeat. Just as I'm about to drift off, I can feel her hold me closer still.

Come morning, she's gone. She didn't leave a note or even a text. The only trace of her left is the scent she left on my sheets and pillow.

I clutch onto the pillow with a heavy sigh. What am I even doing anymore? In my mind, I know that she's only using me as a way to fulfill her secret desires. But in my heart, I'm hoping for something more. I'm hoping for something that she can't possibly give me.

This world of ours won't ever expand past this bedroom. It'll remain small and brittle until it's destroyed by the very fire that created it.

Welcome to America

Where we preach

about holding the powerful accountable,

but crackdown on drug dealers

long before we crackdown on Wall Street

If you sell drugs

Prepare to have the book thrown at you

If you cause our entire economy to crash

due to your own bad financial decisions

We’ll give you billions of dollars

in bailout money

Welcome to America

Where we preach democracy

even though we made bribing politicians

legal in all, but name

Where we preach democracy

Even though we created a system

in which representatives

can choose their voters

instead of having their voters chose them

(Gerrymandering anyone)

Welcome to America

Where it’s normal for us

to brag about our wealth

And demonize the poor

in the same damn speech

(Those lazy, entitled brats)

Welcome to America

Where we ignore our problems

by kicking the can so far down the road

that we run out of road

And are finally forced to face our problems

because we have no longer have a choice

(We procrastinate on a global scale!)

Welcome to America

Where the rich get richer

And the poor get poorer

Welcome to America

Where we preach human rights

while supporting 73% of the world dictators

Welcome to America

The greatest country on Earth

Stolen land of the free

And home of a significant number of patriots

who consider it patriotic

to never question

the actions of the government

(Now salute the flag

Like America’s education system taught you)

Oh boy!

Yes, Men are the strongest 

As they are made up of a strong source 

A source which resembles hardships 

A source of love, care and sacrifices 

In short,

A source beyond selflessness 

Something which I would call as magic 

As nobody has the power 

To turn few drops into a life 

I haven't seen a creator 

But I have seen a mother 

I haven't seen love 

But I have seen a woman

I haven't seen innocence or craziness

But I have seen a girl 

Yes, for me being a strong man 

Is just the gift 

From a source named WOMAN..

In a universe gifted by a woman 

They have to fight for equality 

And a right of their own 

Succumbing to the failure of patriarchy

It's not a win of a dominance by a man 

But a failure of a homeless wanderer 

Who have forgot to recognise 

Their own source to life....

In a world where she deserves to dominate 

All she asks is a right to stand besides you 

If this isn't an emblem of womanhood 

Then there is no Manhood in a making....

HAPPY INTERNATIONAL WOMEN'S DAY TO ALL THE BEAUTIFUL WOMEN WHO WEAR DIFFERENT SKINS WITH THE SAME HEART AND CREATE A MAGIC NAMED LIFE.....

         -Born Maverick

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