A quest for love…

She stood outside in the cold, all alone with a broken heart, eyes so red and tears so clear but I could not help but notice her beautiful rear…

Suddenly he appeared wilted, wearing the same old silk dress she painted, minted rich and lifted, maybe I’m mad or the whole world has shifted….(#faded)

Faded as I was, I noticed her smile fading fast into a furious frown; Trying to save her smile I quickly whipped it out in front of her and gazed passionately into her eyes…

I whipped out the black rose and whispered softly into her ear “your beautiful even in your darkest moments”… In the corner of my eye i spotted her man approaching, I quickly gave her the black rose and moon walked across the room in a fashionable style…

While Sitting at the end of the room I fell into a vivid day-dream where me and her were doing things that were unspoken of, we were deeply in love, loving freely and freely loving exchanging our bodily fluids in perfect synchronization…

From all that day dreaming I was left with a solid erection but I had a bigger problem… She was gone!….she didn’t even say good-bye! or even a fuck you! My dreams were shattered before my very own eyes but I knew that a girl like that could never fall in love with a guy like me….

I couldn’t compete with her man, he wore shoes covered with rocks, where I wore odd socks, he wore perfectly suited suites, where I wore oversize boots but I had a sweet tooth for her and a big imagination that involves sex in a phone booth and a phone cord round her neck, this is the cold truth…

Now she left me I keep stuffing my face with pastry been feeling kinda rapey lately, i want to impregnate a lady and leave her with a bastard baby… Ever since she left me I’ve been smoking everyday like its 4:20 trying to get my brain empty but she always get me at my weakest moments every toke I’m toking, I’m hoping to let go of the past but I’m a prisoner of history that’s why i’m living life savagely always in a misery until she returns back to me…

After a couple of depressing weeks, watching porn and counting the number of strokes it took my penis to reach its point of explosion… I suddenly came up with a plan to find the love of my life while I was casually ejaculating to some heavy metal music… I was surprised on how much the human brain works during a heavy session of masturbation…

The plan was to find her, I couldn’t give up easily , I couldn’t let real love pass me by. All I needed was a motivational push… I looked in the mirror vigorously to give myself a motivational speech but I was speechless not because I had nothing to say, it’s because I couldn’t see my self in the mirror! The mirror was covered in a yellowish viscous fluid also known as sperm, I was disgusted with myself…

Running around asking the public if they have seen my green-eyed goddess did not really work out for me, I just came across a sadistic stalker, so I had to change my plan… The plan was to draw a missing person notice….that night I went home and had a go drawing her from memory, she had wild green eyes and a smile that could light up Vegas and hair with waves of the ocean… The drawing wasn’t perfect  but it was good enough to sneak in a cheeky wank ;)…

My drawing was done, i knew that it would make all the Bitches jealous because no man on this earth has wasted as much tears and sperm on a girl than me…

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I got nothing from my missing person notice, it was like she disappeared from the face of the earth… Time for plan B AKA Facebook stalking time… After searching around for couple of hours through endless “selfies”, I got distracted by a Facebook profile called butter…

Her name was butter she was a slippery kind of lover, quickly moved to the next brother, a total freak under cover a seasonal lover, burn you up in the summer make you shiver and quiver in the winter, you can’t breathe when you with her, she make you skip through dinner, makes you feel like a sinner every-time you dip your dipper in her…

After a wild night with miss Butter, the sun rose  as my dick rose while watching my beautiful rose lay in bed with her head on my chest. I felt the warmth of the sun shining on her bosoms and I could not help but touch them… her nipples were warm like they just came out the oven but I had to resist my urges because our love-making became more like battles, grappling her love handles, handcuffs around her ankles, roaring like wild animals on the discovery channel and no more scented candles, my love and feelings got cancelled…

I had to leave miss Butter, something was not right, all the feelings were lost and everything became meaningless…she told me she had the cure for love and i let her inject me with it, she was my drug of choice,she filled me up with lust until i couldn’t resist, she was the adrenaline rushing through my veins, she was the novacane numbing my pain eating away at my love day by day… I had to let her go but I was deeply addicted every-time ate i throw up because my body just keeps craving a hit of her love… her sex was like ecstasy, lips like vodka and her kiss is just like a needle… I was hooked like a mother fucker!…

The only way I could escape from miss Butter was to go cold turkey so I jumped in the freezer and froze myself, so that i can wake up in another time and place where my quest for love will be continued…

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Thanks for reading, Peace love and respect

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