Fuck you and your commodity fetishism.

Fuck you for selling out. Fuck you for losing sight of what really matters. Fuck you for experiencing so much stress, losing so much sleep, over how others may perceive your socioeconomic status. Fuck you for forgetting about the billions of people who are dirt-poor and scraping by each day. Fuck you for overestimating how much of your material success is not a matter of pure luck. Fuck you for worrying about your future children's financial prospects when the inhabited planet's environmental trajectory threatens our very existence this century. Fuck you for only seeing the small picture. Fuck you for getting caught up in the rat race, for thinking so egoically and so unglobally. Fuck you for thinking you are better or more worthy than any other human being. Fuck you for thinking you are entitled or special. Fuck you for thinking all conservatives are heartless and all liberals are compassionate, or for thinking all conservatives are doers and all liberals are dreamers. Fuck you for feeling bad for yourself about not having enough social status when right now, in this very moment, millions of people are in sheer agony and, since the birth of civilization, billions of people have ineffably, horrifically suffered. Fuck you for forgetting your true self, the Self. Fuck you for losing touch with the human spirit and Earth soul. Fuck you for not putting things in perspective. Fuck you for succumbing to fear and doubt. Fuck you for having the wrong values. Fuck you for not feeling the proper sense of gratitude that derives from wielding a clear perspective on fortune. Fuck you for losing your belief in magic, in the infinite power and glory of the human mind. Fuck you for hustling instead of aligning. Fuck you for staying asleep despite bearing the potential to remain awake. Fuck you for undancing despite hearing the music within you. Fuck you for your envy and your comparison. Fuck you for your cynicism and your fatalism. Fuck you for getting mad at me for writing this post. Fuck you for thinking the Age of Aquarius is a bunch of bullshit. Fuck you and your inhumanity. Fuck this story they have been telling us and we have been pervading; it's time for a new chapter. It's time for the sun to rise again.

May we all unfuck ourselves.

I see you look at me with lust-filled eyes

While all the while you are bound in ties

I bite my lip and offer a smile

You shudder, knowing you will be here awhile

I am used this

Those subtle glances I never miss

From men and women who pass me by

Their lips conveying desire in a sigh

I know they want me

Because I make them want me

I fly my flag of dominance

Wearing my crown with prominence

I simply adore the way they stare

The longing they unveil without a care

And the hint of fear they try to hide

Fills me with ever so much pride

They know that I will make them scream

Milking them of their delicious cream

They know that I will have my way

At any time of night or day

Yet, they can quell my assault with a whispered word

A word that will bind the wings of this bird

A safety word I will arrange

A simple word, nothing strange

Yes, I know I am a wanted lady

And sometimes I may seem a little shady

But I can promise I am not

I will just make you cum, a lot

Sometimes I do not even try

Yet still I hear their desperate cry

Shouting out salacity

That has risen beyond their capacity

So, you know I am in high demand

And you have come to make your stand

But here you are, on your knees

And I am the one who holds the keys

Oh, how I live for this

To see the effects of my luscious kiss

To watch your eyes light up with hope

As I approach you with my rope

I crave the submission you freely give

As your body becomes my wanton captive

I hunger for you, yearn for you

You arouse me, oh, how it is true

The need I see between your legs

The relief for which it silently begs

Is telling me to make you mine

So together, let us cross the line

Let me show you the profoundest pleasure

Let me fill your cup beyond measure

Let me take you higher

Let me set your body on fire

Because when you burn, so do I

Let me make you the sun of my sky

Let me make you feel alive

With a delectation that will revive

I will take you to the brink

You and I will form a link

I will be the Mistress you need

You will be the feast from which I feed

And when I am through

After you had your debut

You will leave still wanting more

And probably, a little sore

But you will crave me, inevitably

And I will cherish your need, indecently

I will revel in it, bathe in it

As you wait and hope for another hit

Maybe, if you are a good boy

You can be my favourite toy

Maybe I will lure you into my den

And make you mine once again

Do not hold your breath though, love

I may leave you as my mourning dove

I will pass you by with a smile and wave

And laugh as you dig your lascivious grave

You will dream of me, Pet

I do love that we met

You were so sweet and pretty

My darling little kitty

I will remember your face

As you came in lace

I will remember when you were mine

And how for me, you crossed your line 

I have left my mark upon your skin

It was such a delicious sin

But, my sweet, you have left yours too

Yes, I will always remember you

©CJ

Swimming in my dreams of you

Never let me wake

I need your touch

No one needs to know

Let's get away to a secret place

As you brush your fingers across my waist

Chills of delight rush up my spine

You make me melt with words

All deliciously Devine

Let me devour your strong being

Secrets stay silently behind as we cross the line

I can give you more than you have

Dive into me my love

let me show you

We are meant to be

Come pour your passion

All over me

In these dark streets we meet

Let me give you what you desperately seek

Their date had been fun and romantic. It wasn't every day that something like this would happen.

They had been together for almost a few months. Before that, they were friends. They were happy and that's all that mattered.

As Garret parked the car on the driveway, he saw the expression of content on Emily's likeness on the pane of glass. He was pleased.

As they got out, they both exchanged conversation. "This evening was awesome" and so on and so forth.

Then, as they locked eyes and smiled at each other, the space sluggishly diminished.

They became closer, closer, oh so closer... And so gentle.

The door unlocked. It was her mother. They acted like nothing happened whilst something did.

"What are you doing, honey?" Emily's mom asked. "Come inside. It's cold! And it's 11!"

Then, she went inside without a word. All they did was exchange a smile. The door closed.

Garret was confused but still happy. He strutted back to the car. He entered, then closed the door. 

He was disappointed that everything went South. This was their first date, everything was fine until that point. Nonetheless, it was pretty late.

He sighed, shifted the peddle and drove off.

Graduation came two months later. Hats felt like feathers collating to the excitement.

Garret conquered school. Now to Emily.

After he said goodbye to his friends, he walked to his car.

There he saw Emily. With another man. They were kissing so passionately, it almost felt as if it wasn't an affair. His mind drifted to loneliness, then to anger

As he closed the door, the slam emanated through her right ear. She saw Garret, his aggrieved token. She discerned her mistake as he went away.

A ringtone exuded from the speakers in his car. The ID was on the infotainment display: Emily.

Wanting to let out anger, he answered.

He spoke. "Out of everyone, I didn't know that you were so eager to be the slut!" He accented the last word, that one.

"Garret..."

"WHY, EMILY!" He vociferated, refraining from the walls. "I trusted you! You fucking cunt!"

He hung up. He hammered his hand onto the horn and shouted in agony.

A week later, he was fired from his job for outbursts. A month later, he was kicked out. A day after that, his friends abandoned him. They just couldn't go through with it.

He was later hired as a Walmart cashier. He had rare outbursts, but it was something to do.

He texted his friends, "I need you right now. I need help." They all said, "We can't."

About another month, he lay down in bed, depressed and lonely. His clothes were nice, but his face and hair was unruly. He longed for emotion or something at the least.

He started to cry.

Then, he saw altered streams of consciousness. Altered versions of Emily saying, "Do it!" They were all fake.

He didn't want to give in to them. He yelled as he clenched his head and buried himself in the sheets.

A high pitch began to ring.

Then, a person appeared in the corner of the room. Out of nowhere.

He said, "Do it! Why are you living, you fuck? Just do it!!"

everything s t o p p e d

He then got up, possessed. He couldn't help but oblige.

He reached for his pocketknife and flipped it open. Slashed open a large wound on his arm. Tears flowed down his face, but he smiled and laughed sadistically. He found the emotion he was looking for.

Blood began to collect on the wound and blade. He then slashed again deeply in the same spot, he hit a nerve.

He winced.

Garret then plunged the wound into his left thigh. He screamed from the pleasure and was now laughing maniacally.

His eyes showed demonic pleasure, anxiety and torture. His smile was that of someone who knew pain.

His mind said yes while his body said no.

After everything was said and done, he took it out and threw it somewhere else.

All he did was pour his beer onto the wounds, wrapped paper towels around them and secured them with yards of floss.

He just lay there, all exhausted. The pain was paralyzing; he felt woozy.

There was a rattle at the door, and then it opened

Realizing his mistakes, he muttered, "Shit."

It was Emily, so obvious. But why now?

Seeing him lying on the bed, she rushed to him. It only took her seconds to see the knife and the wounds.

She started to sniffle. "No, no, no, no, no..."

He opened his eyes and saw her. Still as beautiful as their first date.

"Em.i.." He started to mutter, but death seemed to grip his throat.

"Yes, YES. It's me. I'm here."

Then, he slowly rose his hand to her face.

Then, he gripped his hands around her throat and clenched. He spun around and knocked her to the floor. She was gasping. He was on top with a face of despair, hatred and torture.

"I so want to fucking KILL YOU!" He said. He began to squeeze tighter.

She tried to struggle free, writhing in pain. She tried to kick him where all men are vulnerable. It was a sin that he was too clever.

"Why? WHY!! TELL ME NOW!!" He shouted.

She couldn't speak, as he had the iron grip. He was still angry. Her movement started to slow, giving in to the curtain call.

She twitched once, then it almost seemed like Emily would die. She started to choke.

Then, reason came to his mind and he let go. She audibly gasped, coughed and got up.

One part of her wanted to escape that room, from the hideous tortured beast she had shot.

The majority of her wanted to understand his pain. Why he had to do it. She called 911 just in case. She was distressed by everything.

She crawled over to him, where he started to cry and be still. She sat next to him, shedding a tear.

"I was drunk that day." She said. "The man that I was hanging out with was Jack, who had given me a drink." She started to sob again. Garret was still. "I sort of stumbled into him. I don't know what happened until after. I'm so sorry you had to go through this. I don't want you to die.

She held his hand."I need you."

Garret then realized his biggest mistake, misconceiving it as an affair. He shed one tear, wishing for and then started gasping for air.

Paramedics arrived. They found him, took him.

It was grueling hours. Frightened yet stern doctors, nurses and surgeons, who all came to help him.

They dressed his wounds, treated and operated on him. They all saw the pain paused on his face.

Family and friends came to see him. But he more alone then ever. He often sobbed alone in the hospital room, longing for someone to talk to.

The diagnosis did not help either.

Months later, he resigned from Walmart. He was rehired after a debate on his health. He moved into an apartment and started an internship at a media corporation.

He was still lonely, but felt glad it was over.

He started talking to Emily again, apologized and asked her to come over. She accepted.

Later that day, Emily arrived. They said hi.

They talked a little bit, both glad the other was fine. He confessed that he missed her and regretted everything. She reciprocated the feeling.

They held onto another for a minute. A hug so tight; so passionate, warm and loving. Then, they let go.

She started to leave. He caught her hand and said softly. "Wait."

She looked back at him, who wanted something else.

He stepped closer and looked at the eyes of someone he knew. He raised his hand and stroked her cheek, the one before he choked her.

He gently held her again and kissed. It wasn't just passionate, it was something he needed to ease his pain.

After, they left the room for a walk. Both happy and in another's company. It was a beautiful day after all.

Like dancing silhouettes in the dark I bring to life with lust and imagination as her sweat quenches my thirsts and i now feed of her lips as she arches her back while I wrap my hands on her neck where she now bares my mark, she moves to a rhythm of our moaning sounds that brings desire as I stare at her and cant look away sculpturing her climax and when she does she gives herself completely as her hand now planted on the windshield dragging fingers trails the density of her ecstasy.

There is that moment when the heart beats like drums of a symphony playing that crescendo

The heat of the moment brings sweat to the brow

Volcanic inferno begins to erupt

Then the cry of that perfect moment

Where body soul and mind

Of two collide

I have never loved a boy so untamed

unsure if he's cold wet pleased or afraid

the harbor of my arms awash in waves

he holds me like I might fly away

oh his eyes are a hurricane

by moonbeam smiles are they framed

a lighting pole his body sways

faith in a fate he'll never claim

we brave the storm- who runs from rain?

The longing of a man

is surpassed

only by that of a woman.

The energy of that which lies

between her thighs

demands the obedience

of he that she chooses.

The power is hers

to weild his will

to her own pleasure.

And in her he finds

the treasures of joy

that lies in her members.

I will carve the air

we breathe

with blood and words,

and we will

reinvent legacy

as two orphans,

using amnesia

to cement our second chances,

and we will leave a trail

that looks like stone

and feels like starting over,

that smells like sun-dried air

passing over lovers,

and our children will stand

on mountains that curve

like our spines,

and we will live for the weight

of tiny feet that walk

upon everything we dreamed of.

and our hearts will become lakes

at the summit,

where generations feel

the pulse as they swim.

and I will follow your essence

into the clouds, and together,

we will wash them as rain

until there is no sky.

until there are no feet

left to climb.