NTZ's blog: "A Return Of Thought"

Don't speak with a woman with words that are half felt. Just to treat her like a notch on your belt. Another hole to poke through. Leaving her with a gun to run to. Maybe the barrel is aimed at you. Or maybe she aims at herself to get over you. 

I sit here wishing you happiness but its I who continues to not be apart of this. If it's love i miss, then i'm the last person allowed to look at life pissed. So as I bitch about this or that, be the first to allow your hand to grace my face. SMACK. For the words I said and the actions I done. Away you should run. Not about me being young but about me being dumb, young, and full of cum. After giving me all, no doubt i deserved none. See love run.

Lust a must to fuss or curse the soul with the worst taste of its sweet seeds planted greed in the pelvis, weaken knees. Curled toes. Bed sheets between fingertips and palms. Eye of the storm, calm. In between screams and moans. Grown people loving. Fucking is nothing. Yet give me that until it's pussy pleasing i'm wanting. Be that something to give more than dick head. Educated richard to reach ya golden gate, I appreciate the stream I tend to dive head first because i just can't wait. Damn me for giving up on all I had but wasn't enough to kill my sad. Just enraged the mad. Teasing the bad. Subtracting one, means open to add. Not proud of that math but my soul studied itself and feared its own wrath....maybe explained in this craft.