I’d hate to overwhelm someone with my insecurities.
Begging – man
Only – alone
Unaware – youth
Mirrors – breakable
Beauty – depends
Lonely – comfortable
Trying – failed
Incomprehensible – unacceptable
Change – constant
Clueless – ignorance
One – add another
Rejected – denial
Desperate- love
Youth can be a deleterious thing.
Full of poor decisions and plain dangerous choices.
The driving too fast with no where to go,
Daredevils, jumping from a roof without a parachute.
Youth can be a wasteful time
Procrastination,
You’re either a heartbreaker or falling in love all the time.
Too concern with what’s to come in the future,
Staying up too late;
Drinking, getting high.
Blocking out the question
“Will I ever know what it’s like to just be fine?”
Hard head and thick skinned, “know-it-alls” looking for admiration although we haven’t accomplished anything.
Youth is no treasure, we’re all unhappy and on the inside suffering.
Today how will I dress up- stay trendy. It will adumbrate how alone I feel.
Screaming,
“No one understands me!”
Having given no one the opportunity to try…
Youth is chaos.
Wanting all the privileges of an adult, but attached none of the responsibilities.
The seamless plight of immaturity.
Youth can be a deleterious thing.
Full of poor choices, impossible questions, and plain uncertainty.
He’ll lay you down gently- Nervous and such
On the firm fresh bedded mattress in his parents house.
You’ll begin to undress him as he undresses you.
Fumbling with his protection, you take it from him, then carefully place it on.
Moist flesh- curious mind.
Wild imaginations.
You’ll wonder what he’s thinking.
Closer.
Slowly, tell him slowly, he must take his time, be ginger it is the first time.
He’s like nothing you’ve ever felt.
Shivering, sighing.
Your nails drag down his back.
Accredit to
Heavy pressure and tightening flesh.
For you, just a second it will hurt.
For him, he’ll feel it’s a life time.
In due time it will become better
No virgin is a natural in the arena of sex.
His heart pounds so heavily when she touches him, in the way a boy who wants to feel like a man needs to be.
They play together, although alone in her parents bedroom.
He kisses the plump lips that assist the framing of her beautiful face.
Then the set below her waist.
His breath is quite warm.
Her body tightens
She looses grip.
His mouth…
A tongue.
At his age, he should only use to speak has stolen her control.
She belts out a satisfying moan.
Her heart pounds heavily.
How he makes this girl feel like a woman when they are together
And alone.
Play it safe in a locked bedroom before his parents come home.
He does enjoy her kisses, but rather she not waste them on the lips that exist within the frame of his face.
She’s gone beyond his belt,
Her breath is quite warm.
Now his body, weakens.
His skin, flushed.
Her mouth, her tongue…
Together creating pleasures.
The boy couldn’t begin to describe.
She’s stolen his control.
He has exhaled,
Ponderously
And let out a gentle sigh.
She will now swallow his creation.
Two individuals who believe that they are still virgins are left quite satisfied.
All the once night owls are away.
And if truly wise, it’s where they’ll all stay.
A clump of grass In tired hand:
Autumn is just a season and after winter, spring will return.
No man, no matter the culture has that same luck.
We grow old and older, hoping for the blessing to turn somehow wiser.
While the leaves remain happy just knowing they have bloomed.
We spend the days getting older, and that appears to the basis of it all. Moving through life, learning, but never actually understanding. Thinking, thinking of our past, our present and possible future until a point where our thoughts become more a burden than a strategy for a successful life.
Growing up is quite arduous enough without our parents and other adults filling our not fully developed minds with their beliefs and roles that they feel we’re cut out to play. Tempting us to make decisions in our youth that we honestly would not yet face us for possibly 10 to 15 years: Your education, where are you going to receive it, what career path will you take, who will you be marring and where will you and the new family you have live…
Figurative questions, although literal examples of what everyone of us is vexed with.
And the repercussion for the children that are more flummoxed over life or simply rebel against the norm are those I need not mention, for we are all well aware of the unfortunate eschewing and overslaugh for those children who are steadfast on their path. Then there are those who are straight-laced and settle for the path that’s safest.
Although we all have hopes, and our own thoughts of what heaven on Earth is. There are individuals that build their own heaven and there are those that rent to own someone else’s.
I am not here to tell you that one side is happier than the other, because more than once I’ve heard,
“Success is happiness, not money or fame…”
Those that statement has it’s flaws. Because I seldom see a destitute man smile when he’s starving, and there are a plethora of celebrities that talk about broken hearts and minutes laters their chasing the tiger. Perhaps expectation is the bad guy here, the constant voice that whispers: more, you need more…
Who can answer that question?
Life is fragile, hope is fickle, and love is sporadic. The only constant is change. Some change we can prepare ourselves for, but most are unexpected just be sure the decisions you make, long thought or capricious be decisions you can without regret live with.
Eisele Cunningham 