never not ever

I think about you all the time. Even before I sleep I think about you. I think about how your hair smells and how good it feels to make you feel good. I think about your soft skin against mine as we embrace off and on throughout the evening. I think about how you make my life complete with all the ups and downs life throws our way. I love how, from time to time, you love to show just how wonderful your lips are as they move all over. I love the way your voice gets higher and louder as your lips move faster and faster when you become frustrated with me. I enjoy it when you endear me with your subtle nuances that remind me constantly of how things were when we met. Those were good times indeed. I love you my dear for reminding me of how things used to be and how you base all your angered thoughts on things you were partly responsible for. You make my life complete honey, thanks!

evening

There are mood days when the desire comes and then there is no place to take it. It is all encompassing and filled with such ache that even getting started in the day can be a real challenge. I sometimes would rather lay in bed and cover my head with the blanket that covers me inside from the ones who take on the outside.
I hate takers; those who suck away the strength, any strength one has, and applies it for their own benefit. If they only knew their future depends on their actions now. The world has a way of evening the score with no hesitation and always in varying ways. Never think you are immune to these things because you will feel it and feel it hard you will.