My Desires: My Letter of Confession to . . .

I am a simple man. What I desire is obvious to anyone that wishes to discover.

What do I desire? I desire to be stimulated, mind over matter. Turn my mind on and you have me forever. Only turn my body on and have me for a few hours. I want to belong forever to . . .

What do I desire? I desire physical pleasure; a touch from love, a hand in mine that sends electricity through my body, a caress of my cheek that makes my body melt, a tender kiss that makes my body alive. I live because of . . .

What do I desire? I desire friendship far more than relationship. A friend understands, cares, is there, is honest, fights for you and with you if you are deserving of either. A friendship wants to be and does not have to be. I want to be wanted by . . .

What do I desire? I desire a tortured heart. A heart that has been destroyed and resurrected knows what love is. Some say you do not need to have been destroyed to know love. Perhaps, however for me I know what love is because I am destroyed every day. Every day that ends away from . . .

What do I desire? I desire that one person that I can never stop thinking about. At 2 AM my eyes open and a thought comes to mind and sleep is finished. Thoughts of the day ahead and the conversations I wish for play out in my mind. What will be today? I cannot stop thinking about  . . .

What do I desire? ‘What more could there be’ you might ask. Someone that consumes my mind, body, friendship, soul and thoughts is what I have shared, what is it I desire? What does all of this mean? You must know me well enough by now. You must know.

What one desire has not been revealed? The one I desire is . . .

 

 

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Eternal Flame of Hypocrisy

Eternal Flame of Hypocrisy

by: Ronovan

You think it’s okay to be a speaker

Talking like life is a way to tranquility

You sit in a bubble like a dying gold fishPM Images

Submerged in a self produced lake of . . . hypocrisy

 

You wallow in your own

You taste what you’ve created

Does it make you as ill as those you’ve fed

That’s right, I’m talking about all the garbage that you’ve said

 

You cheat and speak incomplete

You have people following desperate for knowledge

Hurt minded hearts who done flunked out of life college

Here it is, now I speak plain, when comes the end . . . you’ll be an eternal flame . . .  in Hell.

 

Just sayin’.

 

Peace and Love to the Lost

Ronovan

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