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Gorgeous Addiction
Gorgeous Addiction by Richard Perez
Twists and turns of turning hips, and burning lips. Tell me. How can fire feel so moist? My blood rejoices and boils to every touch of her body as she coils around my own. Friction in a love story, never fiction, and I’m fixated on this adventure. This expedition of my gentle propositions replied with her permission to clench her hands with mine. And her grasp is so tight, so tight. So right in ways that are so wrong to speak of, but I love being wrong. My being is gone because she takes it away to a place somewhere between dreams and imagination, and leaves my body between sheets and sweet sensations. Sweet to the taste, the aftertaste, and later I know I’m going to crave her, this flavor that never satisfies the hunger, but only makes it greater. A gorgeous addiction, and I’m gorgeously addicted, with no intention to openly fix it. Soon to be a habit, and I’m not willing to kick it. I’m high off the fumes from her excessive exhaling functions, and I become consumed by my own daring consumptions.
(written 03/20/10)
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The Creation of a New Emotion
The Creation of a New Emotion by Richard Perez
We lock eyes for only half a second. But as for the message, I get it. Likewise, she gets mine. I must say that this time, I got to meet this girl who’s this fly. So we both glance once more, just for confirmation. It’s confirmed, and we smile with no hesitation. Our eyes lock again, but for a longer duration. And as we stare we walk towards each other to start conversation. My heart’s racing like speed was laced in my sprite. I’m feeling high as a kite. My jaw hurts from my bite. My head is feeling light, and its time to let out my right hand. I stand in such an awkward position. But when our hands meet, it changes my condition. All it takes is one touch of her tender skin, and relaxation settles in at the same time high doses of adrenaline. So what the fuck is this? I think I’ve just witnessed the creation of a new emotion. I have no explanation of the origin, but suddenly I feel it raging more within. Possibly it’s from somewhere between her brown eyes and mine, her fingers and mine. I am not sure, but the feeling is definitely one of a kind. One at a time each part of my body goes numb. My legs almost lock, I almost feel dumb. It’s a simple analysis, her touch, her sight, and even her scent can give a man paralysis. So what’s the diagnosis? Is this emotion poisonous? Seeping through my skin like osmosis? Well I’m not feeling normal right now. Did I have too many doses? If I did, I don’t care, and I never will. That’s just how good this new emotion feels. And I don’t want to name it because I’m afraid the name might change it. Instead I’ll just savor it, and express it to the one that gave me it.
(written 10/03/09)
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The story of how we met
The story of how we met by Richard Perez
The experience of her appearance causes an adherence of my eyes to hers. Butterflies stir in my stomach as they yearn to fly out between the lips of my dropped jaw just to catch a glimpse of what I saw. The feeling’s raw, and time pauses for what feels like an eternity. I hope it will be, but reality settles again as she moves closer to me. Nervously, I’m counting down her distance before the instance where I have to say something. My count gets to zero, and I say… I say nothing. Thoughts running through my mind, but I’m speechless at this time. Needless to say the first words, she says “Hi” and smiles ever so beautiful. I’ve said that about girls before, but for once I’m truthful. Put your hand on my pounding chest. I’ll prove it to you. Nobody can contest this emotion. It’s like I had an immense portion of the best love potion. I have a notion that this is the end of life as I know it. She’ll end up being the friend and a wife of a poet. But I think I’m thinking too far ahead. I don’t mean to show it. I’ll just think of what to say right now before I blow it. Before the moment ends, she forgets, and I regret, I smile back and say “Hi” instead. This is the story of how we met.
(written 09/03/09)
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It’s hard to meet a girl that makes you feel complete, but she did completely. She makes me want to record her first words to me, put it on repeat, and play it repeatedly.
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The Sentence on the Wall
The Sentence on the Wall by Richard Perez
Write a sentence on the wall
The sentence
The most important sentence of your life
A sentence of meaning
The sentence that you live by
Or rather, you die by
What would you use to write it?
Pencil? Pen? Sharpie? Spray paint?
Would you make it large enough for everyone to see?
Or will it be impossible for anyone to find?
Would you spend extra minutes to make it look aesthetic or artistic?
Will the sentence be easy to understand?
Or will it be an obscure, perplexing puzzle?
What would it be about?
Your hopes, dreams, worries, problems?
Write a sentence on the wall
The sentence
The most important sentence of your life
Chances are it will be about love.
(Written 07/18/09)
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Falling in love is when your emotions control your actions. Loving is when your actions express your emotions.
