Two moons wander through the star riddled night sky almost as if they were running from the sun. Trying desperately to hold onto the night for eternity. As I walked through the door into the house with no end I was greeted by two of the most beautiful and diversly different women I've ever seen. The door shut with an ominous force behind me as if it knew that time was different here. All three of us wandered almost aimlessly through the neverending house like rats in a maze. They Stopped in every room, talking and conversing like tour guides in the twilight zone. A giant atrium stood in the center of the house like it was it's own island. Complete an utter confusion yet I just rolled with it. Why not when you know it's a dream. And as we entered the kitchen to grab a drink the clothes came off and yet I wondered why two of the hottest chics I've ever seen are making out and I'm standing here like a dumbass left out. I wasn't bothered cause I saw the beauties in the other room. And as I walked in and turned on the light and saw the reflection glimmer off there smooth waxed bodies and polished chrome I knew I was in heaven. All these cars in this room and only me. Oh it was a beautiful night!
By Matthew branton
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Beyond the wilderness
Beyond the wilderness
Past the busy highways and crowded streets Beyond the lights of the city there is a road, rough and unpaved. Far down this road the forest begins. The trees tall and the brush dense. Eventualy you'll find it, an old cabin. The wood made to create this handsome place now dark and aged. The windows cracked and the steps leading to the door warped. An empty cabin, it's maker long gone. The love that built this place struggles to be seen but if you look close, past the rustic exterior and the effects of time you just might get a glimpse. In the garden now overrun by nature a single rose remains. A bright vibrant rose of many shades of colors. Unique and strange like the one who planted it so long ago. An eccentric and beautiful piece of nature that truly mimics the one who used to live here. Mankind neglected her, thought her strange and only sought after the physical nature of her. They never accepted nor looked inside to see the true nature of her beauty. A sensual and comely spirit cast away to the depths of the wilderness by a society that lacked the courage to embrace something different, something pure. A true shame we can not see past the thin exteriors to embrace her, now lost to time. I come here, make the long journey to remember her. To feel her presence in the wind that rustles through the trees. I will never forget. When you look into my eyes you may understand, I'm not just looking at you, I'm looking into the depths of your soul and recognizing the unique beauty that makes you who you are. The sensuality that eminates calls to me. Maybe one day you'll see the truth that my soul represents as well.
By Matthew branton
Past the busy highways and crowded streets Beyond the lights of the city there is a road, rough and unpaved. Far down this road the forest begins. The trees tall and the brush dense. Eventualy you'll find it, an old cabin. The wood made to create this handsome place now dark and aged. The windows cracked and the steps leading to the door warped. An empty cabin, it's maker long gone. The love that built this place struggles to be seen but if you look close, past the rustic exterior and the effects of time you just might get a glimpse. In the garden now overrun by nature a single rose remains. A bright vibrant rose of many shades of colors. Unique and strange like the one who planted it so long ago. An eccentric and beautiful piece of nature that truly mimics the one who used to live here. Mankind neglected her, thought her strange and only sought after the physical nature of her. They never accepted nor looked inside to see the true nature of her beauty. A sensual and comely spirit cast away to the depths of the wilderness by a society that lacked the courage to embrace something different, something pure. A true shame we can not see past the thin exteriors to embrace her, now lost to time. I come here, make the long journey to remember her. To feel her presence in the wind that rustles through the trees. I will never forget. When you look into my eyes you may understand, I'm not just looking at you, I'm looking into the depths of your soul and recognizing the unique beauty that makes you who you are. The sensuality that eminates calls to me. Maybe one day you'll see the truth that my soul represents as well.
By Matthew branton
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
My sweet black corvette. Smooth, graceful lines and a purposeful stance I can't help but stare and long to carress every inch of your elegance. A beauty above the rest. Bold and tight interior hugs me close. As I turn the key and hear you come to life, throaty and blunt your intentions are clear and vivid. Lady on the streets but a freak on the track. Aggressive yet sensual as you melt the asphalt and stretch your long sexy legs to a 180mph. Awww my knees quiver with anticipation. You can't compare the pleasure of this driving experience. It stays with you, it haunts you. I have an insatiable desire for my little black corvette. Everything else is, well, just a car. Ahahahaha I have ISSUES yes I do!
By Matthew branton
By Matthew branton
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