Get drunk but don't forget today

The man stood in front of me, eyes widened, he was frightened, I was terrified.
I knew it was him or me.
He said something in another language, while he was fumbling with reloading his rifle.
I had to make that choice, kill him or let him kill me.

If only I had spoken his language, maybe we could have made a taboo truce and walked away.

I pulled the trigger, I will never forget the scream that bounced off the trees into my ears. The pain I inflicted brought instant guilt and sorrow for a stranger who was just defending inflated pride.

We both were inflated and brainwashed thinking our side was right. We both were just doing what we'd been told to do. But who told me to kill a young man in cold blood for what ended up in vain? I knelt down beside him and held his hand. He looked at me with confusion, said something I wished I could have deciphered, and then the glaze over happened. I cried for him and his family that loved him.

He was my first casualty from my unhappy trigger finger. I'll never forget his face, etched into my subconscious forever. Even on my deathbed, I will forever remember him and his sacrifice for his country and our country.

This is how I see you

Your eyes entice me like a warm blue iceberg,

Melting me from the inside out,

Turning my liquid juices into hot lava,

Making my chest beat like a tropical drum.

Your smile radiates light into my eyes,

Turning the dark brown into golden fire embers,

Sparkling sunshine through my brainwaves,

Making my head elevate into the sky.

Your touch zaps electric currents into my veins,

Shocking my blood into a rapid boil,

Jolting my skin with waves of heat ripples,

Making invisible scorching passion scars.

Your kiss feels like a perfect puzzle piece to my mouth,

Magnetic chemicals pull our lips  together into a lock,

Sending my mind to a vacation to oblivion,

Making my tongue feel like it's being deep fried.

Your style is as cool as the snowcap of a mountain top,

Never dripping down the sides, only glistening in the sun.

Your stature beams silent strength of a 100 men,

Making you the zen master controlling mindfulness, patience, and inner chaos.

When our bodies connect and we sway like musical notes,

Our minds completely quiet down while they take flight,

Soaring into a dimension of blissful unconsciousness,

Making our shy souls turn into ravaging beasts. 

Your sweet old soul outnumbers a million or more males alive,

It instantly befriended my old soul without any needed introduction.

I see them dance around the room while our bodies grind, 

Making their own music within each other intertwined. 

Magic Woods

I find the woods rather romantic, especially under stars

Grow together

I made this video thinking of the kind of love that I want

To never stop growing together, like a tree

Honeyfill

When you're on top of me, sliding your tongue and manhood in and out of me, it's like you are thick golden honey dripping into every crevice and hole on my skin filling my body with hot sticky nectar.  Your delicious manly residue stays with me for days and I can taste your sweetness heavy on my lips like a layer of white gooey icing melting down a warm red velvet cake.