Today's Stats

Weather: Sunny

Temperature: 90

1st Run Taken: 9:10am

Last Run Dropped: 5:51pm

Total Runs Completed: 22

Sangfroid: 8

I feel for you in the morning. Empty vapors of your tired sweat pull at the corners of my clinched brow. I put the sun in me. I hoist myself to the faucet and grip my forehead to swallow. I let the drink fill me to coughing. I shake the sleep in fits, inhale my rhythm in spells. You turn me loose as well worn teeth. Poised, I flood the street with rays of worthless anxiety radiating moot from a sight sore yen, illuminating little, but reaching far. I loathe the wailing, dragging position of your glare. Your ignorance and jealousy extend my reach. I found out. You could change it, but aren't able to overcome or oversee or overstep your static perch. I lie to you. I prove nothing, but provide it all. You believe me. I fall deep within you, but grip the surface. I tease you. I feign conviction, willingness; then leave you undone. You lie naked and full, but unaware. I cover you while I use you. You give me so much, but take most. I spin you, absorb your aggravated assuagement. Its not easy, its lust. You take my body, but I take your spirit. I chose you, but you waited for me. You humiliate my depraved voyeurism, all the while exposing, stroking, plucking, playing the exponential minutia of my fetish. I take a little, but pay a lot. Negotiations nil as faith and promise, doubly found upon your tight gripped lips. Scabs wince your cheeks. You smile with pain. I pretend thousands of lives unwritten and visions unseen. You bane unto me crippled sighs while I fail with ease. Sing to me when you cry, talk to me when you drink. The water runs fences white as your guilt. Fleeting, folding trenches succumb to memory, driving further surrender. Savory sexy, earned like a birthmark. It makes the ill, and cures the still. You switch reasons like tracked up carpet. Easy to start, fury to finish. Honest as sin and true as greed. I forgave as much. Wrap me in cool arms and struggle me upright. Rest me to hunger and aim me to dream. Time drains thick; fluid as grace but hot as shame. You free me like ashes, cage my regret. I trust in you, you pity on me.