The Question of "I"

Through out my life time I have come to find

People to be self pleasing

No care for those with out food or clothes

Just the notion that I keep me breathing

And yes no doubt that with out I

I couldn't love my brother

But when do I stop helping me

And help the I with nothing?

I dont have much

But I do have more

Then some who are still breathing

While I'm self pleasing

I no longer apease the I that I once kept feeding

Deep Desires....

The smell of you is so sweet

I long to taste that which you give out

holding on with a firm grip

knowing that one sip will be granting my wish

The nights so late that you keep me up urning

wanting to just touch that pleasured place

The drive, The passion

arousing my senses

Focusing on you and only you

For i know that your ultimate goal is to keep me satisfied

Yet i long for more

Pushing to that place where i know that you will erupt

Filling my entire body with pure ecstasy

Just the thought of you invading my spaces

implores me to find a way just to even reach out to you

wanting nothing more than just the tip

Working my way from the base to the top

Evading sleep so I can keep you at the forefront of my desires

I know soon that these insomniac persecutions

Will lead me down the road to the one that I need

The ond called SUCCESS