In the middle of the night,
There's a passion burning bright.
To reach my hand to touch his skin,
And feel the desire burning within.
He closed his eyes and opened me,
I fling my hair, passionately.
We're doing a sin, a sin of lust,
The sin tonight, that is a must.
I turned around, grabbed on his back
Tighten my body, nothing is lack.
The night turns down, we're waiting for
He whispered me, he wants some more.
He's over me, hard like a shark,
Noisy and Silent, fight through the dark.
My soul tonight, to him I'd bring
Im all opened, ready to string.
The night is long, hard, and fullfilled
The need of lust, was at last killed.
Apparently I am shattered again.
Except this time it brings completely no inspiration for any form of art at all.
Rather than that, it's a will to go back to my old wasted self with endless nights of pills and alcohol and cigarettes and whatever else that is necessary.
Going through bad bad times.
I need therapy.
YOUR BOY SIDE
(x) You love hoodies.
(x) You love jeans. (love is such a strong word.)
(x) Dogs are better than cats.
(x) It's hilarious when people get hurt. (of course!)
(x) You've played with/against boys on a team.
( ) Shopping is torture.
( ) Sad movies suck.
( ) You own an X-Box.
(x) Played with Hotwheels cars as a kid. (dinosaur toys ftw!)
( ) At some point in time you wanted to be a fire-fighter.
( ) You own a DS, PS2 or Sega.
( ) You used to be obsessed with Power Rangers.
(x) You watch sports on TV.
(x) Gory movies are cool.
( ) You go to your dad for advice.
Apparently I've worked out some idea for this painting that I'm really pleased with.
And I used like 13 artworks on DA as reference.
Still waiting for reply.
And I need to get on with the painting.
It's taking forever.
Side, I'm out of shape and uninspired for photographs these days.
NEED to get back on track.