His mouth met hers, soft yet firm, his tongue glides along her bottom lip.

The erotic dance begins.

The pounding of their hearts is the beat

The racing of their pulse the melody.

She could dance with her man until the earth turns to dust and sun fades, and never grow bored.

She is his delicious treat

He craves the kiss of her lollipop lips

And watching humor dance in her chocolate eyes

Or hearing the tinkling of sugar-sweet laughter

But the best, his favorite is when he takes her in his arms

And feasts on his most desires dessert

The Internet an oxymoron

It brings many together while tearing other lives to shreds

It allows us to learn so much or it fills our heads with lies and shit

It spreads love and hate in equal dosages It is the modern-day yin and yang

(I know this is true, I read it online)

Racism, bigotry, and misogyny

Block it out, look away

Pretend everything is okay

He’ll cling to his illusions, she’ll hold on to her delusions

Hold tight to that slice of comfort

And never see anyone else’s discomfort.

“Don’t be an alpha-hole.” Tom snorted. “A what?” “An asshole that acts like an alpha douche. He thinks he’s a badass know-it-all and worst,” Kim leans back in her chair, “is under the illusion he can boss me around.” Tim’s smile widens. “I’d never dream of it.”