Half post half poem

Soooo.....I have nothing productive to say...but everything seems like it's swirling around my head. I will be moving into a new office starting August 1, and that should be very interesting. The rent is higher (much higher)..but the office is bigger and better (much better).....for some odd reason, today I have sounded like I am sooooooooooo depressed to 2 people I spoke with (my ex and one of my boyz)..but not to my wife. I wonder why? Do I pretend that much that I'm able to cover it with her? Or is she used to me being in this type of mood? Or is there that much of a lack of perception here. Whatever. Well.....let me just write something small..it's been such a long time.....


I create
My own space
In my own time
In my own way
I crave.....
Satisfaction in my life
Elimination of my strife...
And passion....


Ahhhh...the sweet taste of passion
The honey dripping from my mouth down my neck
That ice cream covering the base of your naval eliminating your sweat
The moans that sound like music to my ears
Your nails in my back that destroy my fears
The comfort of your song when you never even sing
The finale of your orgasm when you finally bring
Peace
And
Satisfaction