39 Year Old
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Male
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From Jesup, GA·
Joined on July 5, 2012
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Relationship status: Single
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Born on May 20th
12
hi my name is curtis , this is how i relate myself. i'm laid back, smooth,generous and a kind soul.i dont deal with drama so if u have it stay away from me i dont need it, further more im here for friends so if u think u have a chance with try ur damnedest to make a impression on my face if u cant oh well,but other words i was born in frankfurt,germany. i left there when i was 6 yrs old moved to the united states, i live with my mother bc she is the only parent i have left no more details to say ,that's all for now if u want to know more inbox me or shout out ill answer both. but have a good day.
Here is a Poem for those who want to read.
He bent me to his will impaling me with his magnetism I was awe struck at the way he fingered my strings the music resounded around the inner walls of my temple
he played the keys of my spine my bones vibrated against his ropes of muscle I never knew I could feel this beautiful in all of my days of ugliness I never knew
he showed me how breathtaking I could be while he took my breath away I whispered in melodies as he parted my porcelain thighs showing me how good he feels
I never knew one thrust could ride my emotions so deeply gasping for every penetrating reason I clawed the satin sheet for survival I truly thought this intensity was my beautiful death
because life without this feeling again would surely be a worthless existence he pushed and pulled I held onto his solid buttocks he folded me in half and we both exploded into oblivion .
39 Year Old
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Male
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From Jesup, GA·
Joined on July 5, 2012
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Relationship status: Single
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Born on May 20th
Interests
An alone night Time for my mind to intrude and ask Do we write for ourselves or for those that read? I write of passion and touching, and love because those things have been missing for such a long time I write to pretend they still exist in some small recess of my empty soul Some are from memory some are wishes and some desires for something that it seems now, never was or will be again I write to numb the longing and to keep my hands from clenching into fists drawing blood from my palms instead of my soul I write for me but if it touches you makes you feel more alive then I suppose I write for you, too.
~Magicka