Try On A Pair Of These
By Anthony Douglas Gere
I can’t even begin to tell you how this theory is going to end, so I will keep this going
beyond each spectrum to give you this gist of my mind right now. I’m a bit out of control,
but stable within the confines of my own insanity. Your thoughts, or should I say the
thoughts of you, are driving me to be idle and I’m spinning my tires getting revved up
with just the thought of you thinking of me. From my eyes I seem to be searching within
yours, to get the a-okay to ravish your being, spirit and imagination on what you think
this should be all about. But reality is not a dream right now and I’m lost, but found a
way to gather the pieces of my life that has been scattered throughout this world like
dust right not for this moment. I’m living in the moment, consummating it while it
masturbates me violently. I’ve been violated and enjoying the totally submissive
behavior I am not accustom to. I’m drifting, falling into an upright state while my world
is still spinning, but now even faster than before once I realize how fast I am now going.
You asked me what I want and I tell you nothing. You ask what I’m thinking, and I say
I don’t know. You tell me I am gifted, but the gift is you, making me think of everything
while silently hearing even more than what is being spoken. My day has been
productive, but not complete because you have seemed to enter into my soul right
now. My blood is now competing for space with your presence, as you are fueling
my heart to continually beat like never before. I’m addicted, and this drug can’t be
manufactured or produced by humans, though any two humans can make this
drug happen if they find the right addict. I do not simply want you, I fuckin’ need you
and you can not understand why. You see this has no logic, no reason, and no
explanation or makes any sense. I can’t define this feeling, because I’ve never
knew I could feel this way before this moment. So how dare you ask me to tell
you something I can’t explain? How dare you make me feel like I have never
lived or loved until this moment? How dare you create this monster on the world,
and control it from a far with just a thought of you. How dare you let me love you
before I knew what love actually was or is.
So now that I’ve gotten that off of my chest, let me un-button my shirt and really
let you see who you’re dealing with and what you’ve created. I’m a man, a
strong man that can lift things to make you wonder if I am human. I can treat you
like a lady, a whore, a woman and more, but right now, you’re my mother. Not
my mom, momma or anything that resembles slang. You are my mother. You
gave birth to this child in the body of a man, and fully responsible for guiding
me through this thing called love. I am not asking, but demanding this upon
you and you don’t have choice. It is your duty to nurture me, fed me because
you gave me life, so it is you that I pay homage to. It is you that I’m praising,
while raising my glass to you at this very moment. You see I know who you
are, and I’m afraid of you. I’m not scared, because I fear no one but God. But I
am afraid of you and what you can do and make me do because of this feeling.
You see I’m helpless in this strength I have. The love I can feel if you touch me
can conquer any war. It can spread throughout the world like a third world
disease if you touch me. I will explode my semen when I’m coming down off of
this high, and explain to you how we can produce a bit more if we manufacture
and bottle this creation you have instilled. You see this isn’t a fluke or a by chance
occurrence, you are the image I see when I close my eyes. When I was a child
and masturbated, it was the silhouette that shined through that could have been
your twin sister now. You have cheated death, manipulated the time God’s and
are the image I seen before I seen it. In many ways, this feeling I am feeling is
not about you, but you and what it is all about to me. You are it, the one I have
pieced together with many women before you. How they stood, looked, acted and
how I wanted them to be, was and is how you are now.
By Anthony Douglas Gere
I can’t even begin to tell you how this theory is going to end, so I will keep this going
beyond each spectrum to give you this gist of my mind right now. I’m a bit out of control,
but stable within the confines of my own insanity. Your thoughts, or should I say the
thoughts of you, are driving me to be idle and I’m spinning my tires getting revved up
with just the thought of you thinking of me. From my eyes I seem to be searching within
yours, to get the a-okay to ravish your being, spirit and imagination on what you think
this should be all about. But reality is not a dream right now and I’m lost, but found a
way to gather the pieces of my life that has been scattered throughout this world like
dust right not for this moment. I’m living in the moment, consummating it while it
masturbates me violently. I’ve been violated and enjoying the totally submissive
behavior I am not accustom to. I’m drifting, falling into an upright state while my world
is still spinning, but now even faster than before once I realize how fast I am now going.
You asked me what I want and I tell you nothing. You ask what I’m thinking, and I say
I don’t know. You tell me I am gifted, but the gift is you, making me think of everything
while silently hearing even more than what is being spoken. My day has been
productive, but not complete because you have seemed to enter into my soul right
now. My blood is now competing for space with your presence, as you are fueling
my heart to continually beat like never before. I’m addicted, and this drug can’t be
manufactured or produced by humans, though any two humans can make this
drug happen if they find the right addict. I do not simply want you, I fuckin’ need you
and you can not understand why. You see this has no logic, no reason, and no
explanation or makes any sense. I can’t define this feeling, because I’ve never
knew I could feel this way before this moment. So how dare you ask me to tell
you something I can’t explain? How dare you make me feel like I have never
lived or loved until this moment? How dare you create this monster on the world,
and control it from a far with just a thought of you. How dare you let me love you
before I knew what love actually was or is.
So now that I’ve gotten that off of my chest, let me un-button my shirt and really
let you see who you’re dealing with and what you’ve created. I’m a man, a
strong man that can lift things to make you wonder if I am human. I can treat you
like a lady, a whore, a woman and more, but right now, you’re my mother. Not
my mom, momma or anything that resembles slang. You are my mother. You
gave birth to this child in the body of a man, and fully responsible for guiding
me through this thing called love. I am not asking, but demanding this upon
you and you don’t have choice. It is your duty to nurture me, fed me because
you gave me life, so it is you that I pay homage to. It is you that I’m praising,
while raising my glass to you at this very moment. You see I know who you
are, and I’m afraid of you. I’m not scared, because I fear no one but God. But I
am afraid of you and what you can do and make me do because of this feeling.
You see I’m helpless in this strength I have. The love I can feel if you touch me
can conquer any war. It can spread throughout the world like a third world
disease if you touch me. I will explode my semen when I’m coming down off of
this high, and explain to you how we can produce a bit more if we manufacture
and bottle this creation you have instilled. You see this isn’t a fluke or a by chance
occurrence, you are the image I see when I close my eyes. When I was a child
and masturbated, it was the silhouette that shined through that could have been
your twin sister now. You have cheated death, manipulated the time God’s and
are the image I seen before I seen it. In many ways, this feeling I am feeling is
not about you, but you and what it is all about to me. You are it, the one I have
pieced together with many women before you. How they stood, looked, acted and
how I wanted them to be, was and is how you are now.