Truth

Saw an old friend today who reminded me of who I am. He said you’re smart and you’re beautiful and you’re funny and you’re driven and you’re clever. I wondered to myself why clever was not the same as smart. He said you’re clever because you know how to get what you want but you’re settling for scraps because you don’t think you deserve the best. He said it frustrates me to see you after all these years not getting what you deserve not being loved by somebody and cherished.

I stood on the edge yesterday.

Contemplating if it was worth it to live

Or if I was ready to say goodbye.

Was it a life I wanted?

Was there more?

Or was this it.

I walked away

Lived another day

But that cliff keeps calling me back

Work

Watching people work can be a magical thing. You learn a new side of someone. The professional them. A person with restraint in sake of a paycheck. You see the way theY read people. The judgment on their face.

They’re are more cautious. More subtle in their movements. They sometimes take on a whole new tone.

It’s the little things

They way a lover would bite my shoulder

As he fucked me deep from behind

Or how I’d ride him

As his tongue was in mouth

Using my wet holes

Making them even wetter