Hello,is it true what they say, " Nice guys finish last." I`m tired of that now I want to finish ahead of the game. Looking to meet some freesprite-souls who love to talk,read poetry,having fun, and take long trips to different places. going for walks at the park, or just holding hands at dinner, lunch, or whlie we have a mid-night snack.
I`m for real?
To anwser your deeps thoughts just hit me up to see for yourself.
Here`s a Little Poem From My Upcoming book
The Emotional Essence Of a Man
Sometimes Men Cry
Like the sand on a beach being washed away by the tide,
thus many tears have i cried watching the rain fall slowly down the windowpane. You walked out of my sight taking the only thing keeping our circle together.
Someitmes Men Cry.
The halls are empty without your presence; I would jump at sound of voice echoing in my mind. I would bounce back at the sound of your heart next to me. How can that be? It doesn`t matter. You have sent my dreams crashing into the mountainside. Sometimes Men Cry.
Loving the rare essence of togetherness woven by hardship of time. I try to stand for us by keeping my head up as the pains fall down my cheek.
The tears from the treasure chest are running over onto the crack of endless love.
Just like water putting out a blazing fire with hot steam coming from touching each other.
Sometimes Men cry.
I see the break in the clouds: Your man cries for you.
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Daniel B. Newkirk
This one has a lot of Good stuff inside. See if you can find out what i`m wanting, if you know send me a hit back and tell me how you like it.
The Wet One
Just to hold you in my arms is like finding a old treasure map behind a painting.
Our bodies` take the form of lust in the deeps of all passion you might read in those books that female are partial to.
The sound of heartbreak is ever so present without warning, but time for making up bring us to our knees.
Soft as a silk when i`m next to her covering which transforms us into a cocoon of love.
Looking into the eyes of an African queen makes my pleasures explode.
My manhood creams over the very essence that makes her a gentlewoman.
After the closing of each others instrument of vision, the magnetism of your lips call each other to embrace without censorship.
I have been waiting for this all my days in my dreams.
Maybe, I will wake up to receive what tomorrow brings me.
The Wet One
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Daniel B.Newkrik
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Thank you and KEEP SMILING ;~> :-) ;~}
