You've crossed these lines Too many times I asked you to leave the room You continue screaming Projections of insecurity Am I afraid? Not at all Annoyed by your complete disrespect of my boundaries Your complete disregard of my needs This word vomit meant to degrade or diminish me Get the fuck out of my room And stay out This is my safe space, and you are not being safe. This was your choice first Before you arrived, you thought there wouldn't be space for you Nothing I did made a difference Finally, you removed yourself from the house to a cot in the garage Now you're in the way Refusing to offer household help Taking up space I'm not your momma, you're not entitled to my roof over your head I don't agree to accept your mother's gift to us as a rental payment You are not my tenant I owe you nothing You don't know Me, you only know my poetry Poetically pathetic Do you even know when to stop?! You don't get to decide what I need! Leave me be!
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Welcome to an episode of Lost Paradise, finding love and verse Starring @FrostedRose and @SatoriD *live mic buzzing* Satori has unknowingly walked into a wall where he bangs his head against reality: "Rose and the Infinite Sadness Satorid left in madness because of pride and insecurities on both sides of perception" Rose sighs: Perception We craft our own reality What have you done to confirm your own bias? How do you conform? I have a right to feel proud of myself I am secure in Me, Myself, and I Why haven't you reached the same conclusion about yourself? Are you proud of who you are? Do you accept who you are and where you are, in comparison to where you want or expect to be? I was Rose and the infinite sadness Turned to gladness Flip flop on to madness Thought I had this Now the ropes are yours to turn Build a little endurance Real life hand eye coordination Satori, spiraling: "I am here saying this is the hill I am gonna die on that I may have my bias, I may not be fucking you like you want/need, because I don't got that chocolate dick you have reduced my value down to a cock, a lil cock at that, ain't much, I know, what do you think that was about, sending a picture of a zucchini from my garden?" Rose aggressively: Put down the porn and pick up a magazine It's about time you learn some anatomy You didn't know how to play with me in real life Physically You think size is the main factor here It's consent *slams book down on counter to accent* Satori, defeated: "you made a lil joke about how small and cute it was #winkyface, and that's when I first felt like I had to hold some cards, because she is not that nice at times" Rose, curious: It sounds like you felt insecure by my word choice, did you consider that my response might have been genuine? No one ever hears about the girls who like smaller guys. Do you think you're the smallest I've seen? Some things are just too mean Until this post, I've made a point not to reveal another man's size Even then, I'm not explicit, something has to be left up to the imagination Is it wrong to have preferences? Am I not allowed to know what I'm willing to endure and create boundaries for myself? I like to know what to expect, don't try to sweep away feelings of anticipated disappointment. Don't project your insecurities onto me! Tried to turn it around and say I'm too loose, but honey, crack open that text on female biology. If she's "tight", you're doing it wrong. It wasn't the length and girth measurements of your sexual organ that I fell in love with, across a divided nation, we found a way to make This happen. I'm right here, can you hear me? Waiting feels like an eternity Satori, overwhelmed by his own thoughts and feelings: "that is ok, because I got layers and depth for days and straight up homie, diamond sutra you are dead wrong, the closest we get to understanding another's unconscious is through sex, this is to slap the face of the dreamtime, double dutch and poetry." Rose, frustrated: Don't take my words out of context. 'I believe the closest we get to understanding another's unconscious is through sex; The primal urges, fantasies, desires, insecurities filtered into our lives through speech and behavior. Our thoughts become clearer when we learn to accept who we are, and how we are.' A true set of sexual partners learn to share their fantasies and desires while shedding insecurities. It is our responsibility to accept who we are and recognize how we are. Sometimes, that sexual energy is directed toward physical aspects of who we are or how we are. The experience helps us become more aware of ourselves through the eyes of a lover. A partner or companion is there to support changes, not decide what needs to change. Combine the two and a supportive partner should face their insecurities and support another in doing the same. Together partners must seek to empower not overpower themselves and their partner. Part of understanding the unconscious mind of others is considering every aspect of them, including how they manage primal urges. When I felt a primal urge, I shared with you the fantasy. Did you understand my excitement, or were you overwhelmed by insecurity? You're not as supportive emotionally as I expected of you, there's a lack of consistent emotional attunement with others. Your empathy flickers on and off with each shift in your emotional state. I expected a greater level of emotional regulation. I demanded boundaries you've yet to respect. Your spiral took you to a deep place, and pulled you away. You push me away Are we ever going to talk about your binge? Satori, continuing: "The first gods were the poets, that the wyrd is both the shaper and the one that is shaped, density and free will, they are not at odds they are the pistons that push and pull reality through the journey of space/time you want another diamond sutra? that i know when we double dutch, when we kiss, when we lay naked with each other, there is no one and nothing that can give us that same feeling, or why else hang on? i know you love my kiss, because even now i still want to fully deeply, truly hold and kiss you like only I know how, and you know why because only i know how? (probably controlled by bias) because i have been ..." Rose, exasperated: I guess not... what have you been? *silence*
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I believe the closest we get to understanding another's unconscious is through sex; The primal urges, fantasies, desires, insecurities filtered into our lives through speech and behavior. Our thoughts become clearer when we learn to accept who we are, and how we are. Some things will change, others remain the same. As we learn to take care of ourselves better, we begin to treat others better as well. We become aware of injustice and wrongdoing because we remember our own ignorant decisions. Intentions are understood and correction offered. The unconscious is spoken in our affection towards ourselves and others, it is through our actions that care is shown. By allowing thoughts of emotional attachment to pass without action, we overcome our biological response to stimuli. He reached so deeply into me, and drew out my deepest fantasy and desire. Suddenly I felt myself being pulled on top of him. Inside me, his beautiful chocolate cock slipped inside me. The feeling delighted my senses as my mind activated a fear response. The pain didn't come, but the fear was felt. Later, I wondered what would have happened if I'd allowed myself to surrender to him. With a clear mind, I realized my hip might have dislocated, aggravating my work injury. Perhaps he tries a little lower, gripping my thigh and guiding my hips. I want to feel him inside me as I roll my hips and stretch my back in a dance meant only for him. I want to feel better so he can try that move again. Days later, I'm tingling from the experience. My brain is screaming for more. I didn't finish, and I turned him down when he was ready to go again. Stroking his cock and thinking about how it would feel to kiss his rosy palms, pressed against each other, pelvis to pelvis as I climax. I needed to be home before my kids woke up, or the puppy needed me; their needs tugged me away. Children come first, sex can wait. My orgasm can wait. I tighten with desire. My mind races with the thought of his head rubbing me just right, shallow entry with quick thrusts. I almost came, excitement builds with the thought. How do I repay this man for such a wonderful time? Every inch of him felt amazing, but when he spoke through the language of affect and found every place I needed to be touched, I was captured by his grace in bed. Trapped in this endless spiral of desire Masturbation can't fulfill my need to be touched, held, grabbed, completely devoured by a man with confidence in bed. After meeting only a short time before that moment of excitement, he was able to know me deeper than I've felt with others I want him to feel as deeply desired as I felt Can he feel how these chemicals cause me to long for him All of him Not as an object of desire This person who feels deeply and longs for relief I want to cook and clean for him Kiss him gently, and lift his spirit Are these the hormones talking, or my heart Only time will tell But I know myself, and this is lust At home, I ask myself why But I know the answer All I offer is that Mona Lisa smile She knows She knows She knows the secret Is 42 :p

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Welcome to an episode of Lost Paradise, finding love and verse Starring @FrostedRose and @SatoriD *live mic buzzing* Satori has unknowingly walked into a wall where he bangs his head against reality: "Rose and the Infinite Sadness Satorid left in madness because of pride and insecurities on both sides of perception" Rose sighs: Perception We craft our own reality What have you done to confirm your own bias? How do you conform? I have a right to feel proud of myself I am secure in Me, Myself, and I Why haven't you reached the same conclusion about yourself? Are you proud of who you are? Do you accept who you are and where you are, in comparison to where you want or expect to be? I was Rose and the infinite sadness Turned to gladness Flip flop on to madness Thought I had this Now the ropes are yours to turn Build a little endurance Real life hand eye coordination Satori, spiraling: "I am here saying this is the hill I am gonna die on that I may have my bias, I may not be fucking you like you want/need, because I don't got that chocolate dick you have reduced my value down to a cock, a lil cock at that, ain't much, I know, what do you think that was about, sending a picture of a zucchini from my garden?" Rose aggressively: Put down the porn and pick up a magazine It's about time you learn some anatomy You didn't know how to play with me in real life Physically You think size is the main factor here It's consent *slams book down on counter to accent* Satori, defeated: "you made a lil joke about how small and cute it was #winkyface, and that's when I first felt like I had to hold some cards, because she is not that nice at times" Rose, curious: It sounds like you felt insecure by my word choice, did you consider that my response might have been genuine? No one ever hears about the girls who like smaller guys. Do you think you're the smallest I've seen? Some things are just too mean Until this post, I've made a point not to reveal another man's size Even then, I'm not explicit, something has to be left up to the imagination Is it wrong to have preferences? Am I not allowed to know what I'm willing to endure and create boundaries for myself? I like to know what to expect, don't try to sweep away feelings of anticipated disappointment. Don't project your insecurities onto me! Tried to turn it around and say I'm too loose, but honey, crack open that text on female biology. If she's "tight", you're doing it wrong. It wasn't the length and girth measurements of your sexual organ that I fell in love with, across a divided nation, we found a way to make This happen. I'm right here, can you hear me? Waiting feels like an eternity Satori, overwhelmed by his own thoughts and feelings: "that is ok, because I got layers and depth for days and straight up homie, diamond sutra you are dead wrong, the closest we get to understanding another's unconscious is through sex, this is to slap the face of the dreamtime, double dutch and poetry." Rose, frustrated: Don't take my words out of context. 'I believe the closest we get to understanding another's unconscious is through sex; The primal urges, fantasies, desires, insecurities filtered into our lives through speech and behavior. Our thoughts become clearer when we learn to accept who we are, and how we are.' A true set of sexual partners learn to share their fantasies and desires while shedding insecurities. It is our responsibility to accept who we are and recognize how we are. Sometimes, that sexual energy is directed toward physical aspects of who we are or how we are. The experience helps us become more aware of ourselves through the eyes of a lover. A partner or companion is there to support changes, not decide what needs to change. Combine the two and a supportive partner should face their insecurities and support another in doing the same. Together partners must seek to empower not overpower themselves and their partner. Part of understanding the unconscious mind of others is considering every aspect of them, including how they manage primal urges. When I felt a primal urge, I shared with you the fantasy. Did you understand my excitement, or were you overwhelmed by insecurity? You're not as supportive emotionally as I expected of you, there's a lack of consistent emotional attunement with others. Your empathy flickers on and off with each shift in your emotional state. I expected a greater level of emotional regulation. I demanded boundaries you've yet to respect. Your spiral took you to a deep place, and pulled you away. You push me away Are we ever going to talk about your binge? Satori, continuing: "The first gods were the poets, that the wyrd is both the shaper and the one that is shaped, density and free will, they are not at odds they are the pistons that push and pull reality through the journey of space/time you want another diamond sutra? that i know when we double dutch, when we kiss, when we lay naked with each other, there is no one and nothing that can give us that same feeling, or why else hang on? i know you love my kiss, because even now i still want to fully deeply, truly hold and kiss you like only I know how, and you know why because only i know how? (probably controlled by bias) because i have been ..." Rose, exasperated: I guess not... what have you been? *silence*
92 views · Dec 24th, 2020
I believe the closest we get to understanding another's unconscious is through sex; The primal urges, fantasies, desires, insecurities filtered into our lives through speech and behavior. Our thoughts become clearer when we learn to accept who we are, and how we are. Some things will change, others remain the same. As we learn to take care of ourselves better, we begin to treat others better as well. We become aware of injustice and wrongdoing because we remember our own ignorant decisions. Intentions are understood and correction offered. The unconscious is spoken in our affection towards ourselves and others, it is through our actions that care is shown. By allowing thoughts of emotional attachment to pass without action, we overcome our biological response to stimuli. He reached so deeply into me, and drew out my deepest fantasy and desire. Suddenly I felt myself being pulled on top of him. Inside me, his beautiful chocolate cock slipped inside me. The feeling delighted my senses as my mind activated a fear response. The pain didn't come, but the fear was felt. Later, I wondered what would have happened if I'd allowed myself to surrender to him. With a clear mind, I realized my hip might have dislocated, aggravating my work injury. Perhaps he tries a little lower, gripping my thigh and guiding my hips. I want to feel him inside me as I roll my hips and stretch my back in a dance meant only for him. I want to feel better so he can try that move again. Days later, I'm tingling from the experience. My brain is screaming for more. I didn't finish, and I turned him down when he was ready to go again. Stroking his cock and thinking about how it would feel to kiss his rosy palms, pressed against each other, pelvis to pelvis as I climax. I needed to be home before my kids woke up, or the puppy needed me; their needs tugged me away. Children come first, sex can wait. My orgasm can wait. I tighten with desire. My mind races with the thought of his head rubbing me just right, shallow entry with quick thrusts. I almost came, excitement builds with the thought. How do I repay this man for such a wonderful time? Every inch of him felt amazing, but when he spoke through the language of affect and found every place I needed to be touched, I was captured by his grace in bed. Trapped in this endless spiral of desire Masturbation can't fulfill my need to be touched, held, grabbed, completely devoured by a man with confidence in bed. After meeting only a short time before that moment of excitement, he was able to know me deeper than I've felt with others I want him to feel as deeply desired as I felt Can he feel how these chemicals cause me to long for him All of him Not as an object of desire This person who feels deeply and longs for relief I want to cook and clean for him Kiss him gently, and lift his spirit Are these the hormones talking, or my heart Only time will tell But I know myself, and this is lust At home, I ask myself why But I know the answer All I offer is that Mona Lisa smile She knows She knows She knows the secret Is 42 :p