Break-Up Blog... Fuck!

How I love you thee, let me count the ways… you are my reason for living… the mate that keeps my soul at ease… Why do I love thee I’ll never know… you wretched motherfucker I wish you had never infiltrated my life…. Bastard, you have destroyed my soul and ceased my happiness… Don’t stare at me that way when I am pissed… STOP fucking looking so sexy after fucking up so grandly… go away, we just broke up…. Come back daddie, let’s make up…

All’s fair in love and war… I’m going to fuck you one last time so you remember how good the pussy is… Stop kissing me! ... I will NOT shut up… I’m pissed! … uhhhhmmm… those lips…. your tongue overpowering my ability to curse your ass low like a dog… sequestering my resolve to fury… seizing my mouth until my curses are in cursive… how sophisticated you are… ravaging my lips as if they were French delicacies coated in MAC lipglass… my anger drips into an abyss of forgotten qualms as my pussy drips into my purple La Perla thongs… you son of a bitch!... wait, what were we fighting for?

This is the last time you shall play me for a fool! …I promise that you shall learn your lesson… I will suck the imprint of my taste buds into your dick, than I shall leave you… forever…. Polo t-shirt, polo draws ... Now come, take that fucking Polo off… that red Ralph Lauren that sits across your waist in that way that I so adore… used to adore…. Damn, has your dick always been this immense?!.... I taste you… have you always tasted this good… tears falling as I savor your flavor through that splendid dick… that glorious dick that supplies such pleasure, yet is the source of such pain… my thoughts clouded by the magnificent apparatus that vanquishes all rationale…  I hate you bitch… but I LOVE this dick… *swallows*…. To the bed… *sighs*… here we go again…

69 before I 86 your ass… I still can’t stand you… now stop lapping up my pussy as if I am a venti caramel frappucinno … your dick dancing on my tonsils as your tongue prances across my clit… taking my breathe away as you shove your massive dick deeper down my throat and your splendid tongue deeper into my pussy…  Deep throats lead to deep strokes… throw me onto the bed so that I can throw that ass back… pounding my pussy as if I’m being punished… I ride you with such fury to prove that I am still furious… pouncing on your penis as if I am a cheetah and you are my compliant and docile prey… fucking you so fucking hard… hating you so fucking much… scratching your back to attest to my hate for you… sucking your neck to confirm that I used to love you… umbrageous tears fall from my eyes as erotica leaks from my pussy… shrill curses intertwine with titillating moans… infliction transpires ecstasy… hate fuels love… painful pleasure… you will miss me a little when I’m gone…

You make me fucking sick… you never gave a fuck...  fuck me motherfucker! ... you are soooo fucking no good… you are sooooo fucking awesome... I fucking hate you... I FUCKING LOVE YOU DADDIE!!!! I FUCKING LOVE YOU!!!!!!...

P.S. It is better to have loved, fucked and then lost than to have not loved at all….

~Viola Monroe

P.S. I love you

I sit, watching, trembling at the sheer cruelty of the events that unfold right before my eyes… cowering behind a sheath of insecurity and uncertainties… in a lost daze I gaze at the ghastliness of it all… watch as my heart is stolen, my breathe is taken, my soul is siphoned out of body, my mojo is snatched, my happiness seized and my radiance dimmed to a mere shadow of what once was, what never was… watched as you took what was “me” away, packed in a purple bag, and smiled at the stunning carcass that lay at your feet, void of all spirit, all life… like a thief in the night… hell, motherfucker you couldn't even wait until the darkness concealed your horror … as the sun shone in my empty eyes I watched… We could have had it all… never agreed on anything less… I wanted you to have it all… silly fucking me… I gave you all… I poured as you drank… the more I poured the more you drank… glass always half empty ... reciprocity nonexistent in our world, in your world… it was always your world… I was nothing more than a mere minion, a jester chosen to entertain you… I pulled out all tricks while you called all shots… I gave you my all… too much was never enough… I loved the fuck out of you… you fucked over my love… fuck love… you never gave a lovely fuck… happiness became pain… luminosity transforming to the darkness that envelopes hell… trust converted to paranoia… Forevers now nevers...I sit… cold and lonely… I crouch, like a wounded gazelle, observing, behind broken stained glass as loves develops into hatred… hiding behind the seeds of diffidence that you planted with such clandestine grace and poise… an evil, detestable Samaria ninja… your iniquities never sitting on your conscience, never disturbing the peace that the heart thrives on for you have none… heartless warrior… soulless bandit… a con artist with good dick.. I loved you… you fucked me… you motherfucker… Fucking crook… pilfered my most valuable possessions, the rudiments of my core, my essence… deceiving my wits with false hopes and empty dreams… pushing nut laced with bullshit that you force fed me through a feeding tube of a dick… grinning like a fucking Cheshire cat as I lovingly swallowed your deception with such fervor… surreptitiously laughing at my stupidity as you thrashed my soul with each bang of your dick against my ass… savoring my cries of pain that I foolishly interpreted as pleasure… planting soft kisses of death across my yoni… my untimely demise part of your evil masterplan you fucking beautiful little liar... I would run faster than the show-off cheetah... I would scream like the fictional banshees that haunt the night... I should cry out as if I were a ferocious hurricane over a land of white sand... My voice... Gone... Rationale... Gone... Any sensation... Gone... Along with my heart, my breathe, my siphoned soul, my mojo, my joy, my fucking GLOW that made me "Me"... Vanished... Leaving me with nothing more than lustful memories, extraordinary "scars" and my sight... So that I could watch... As you throw that purple bag over your shoulder... Stuffed to the seams with Viola... Viola I love you... If this is love I prefer being hated... P.S. I LOVE YOU! ~Viola Monroe

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The "P" Word... Part Deux

Man’s best friend… root of all evil… the absence that blesses the heart with fondness… the Achilles heel of the human race… the philosophical “bad bitch” … by any other name she is just as sweet… taste her and see…

Stronger than the infamous gladiator Spartacus as he rules the Roman army… more powerful than the seductive song of the mythological Sirens as they lure innocent sex-driven beings to their untimely death… more potent than the purple strain of cannabis that grows under the blackest of lights … one hit… inhale her and you shall experience life…

A one woman show… forever prepared to “perform” as she adores the spotlight … So comfortable in her golden, sun-kissed butterscotch skin… glistening as if she were once part of Orion’s shield until she was pilfered from the sky… gliding through the cosmos and tiptoeing over the universe as if she is an angel that the heavens sacrificed so that the Euros experience true joy… do not gaze directly into her glow, for you will forever be entranced…

Her scent possessing the souls of all that she crosses along her journey of life… oozing a trail of passion, seduction, and flames of desire that hell’s fire wouldn’t dare compete with… she cums and goes as she pleases, scattering pixie dust of erotica into the pores of mankind… watering the soils of the Earth with the love of her loins, causing the flowers to grow higher than beanstalks and in colors more brilliant than the sun… one is mysteriously driven to get closer to her… inexplicably motivated to get inside of her…until the two implausibly become one...

Her flawlessness beyond description… a masterpiece so perfect that Mona Lisa manages to role her eyes in envy… her exquisiteness draws in her prey, naive beings that want nothing more than to lick, kiss and devour her aura until their hunger is satisfied… it is never satisfied… one could never get enough… her aroma a concoction of sex, love, pain, pleasure and hints of frankincense and myrrh… a scent so commanding that one daydreams of sleeping in her while dreams of her surmounts the medulla... soaking in a personal sea of bliss… I can tell you want to feel her…

She lives, thrives, and survives on attention... reciprocates love tenfold… so kiss her, suck her, love her, fuck her, adore her, admire her, respect her... never hurt her, never desert her… be nothing but good to her for in turn she will shall love you preeminently…

Instigating extreme infatuation… boasting daunting temptation…silent prayers for her manifestation… sought after from generation to generation… astonishment at her fascination… star of the brightest constellation … the foundation of all elation…  God’s loveliest creation… Power of the Pussy inferior to the Opulence of the Poonanie…

~Viola Monroe <3 

Pussy Eating 101.. P.E.

I peek at her… she is flawless… the color of burnt Egyptian sand… smooth as warm caramel that drips down the coldest of ice cream… my caramel baby…. I peek at her… she is perfection…

Her scent arouses every pore in my body… Plies brags about a pussy that smells like water… how unexciting… she is anything but insipid… her fragrance boasting soft ambers with hints of chamomile… no perfumes or man-made fragrances to veil her natural scent for there are none that could vie with her innate pheromones… her aroma should be bottled and gifted to kings and pharaohs…

I wish I knew what she tastes like… I envy you for you will soon know … she loves the fuck out of your dick… loves the way you fuck her until she cries so hard that we all began gasping for air… fucking is good… but fucking is just fucking… one aspect of sex… dick in, dick out, dick in, dick out… she, we, need to experience “SEX” in its totality… the nectar that she leaks down my voluptuous thighs tells me she needs to be taste… she is yearning to be savored… I envy you…  Dear tongue, I would like to introduce you to Ms. Pretty Pussy …

You have been gifted with a special skill of “dicking down” and I grin at the memories of how you make her cum until she is drenched in a sea of love… dick and pussy are innate allies…. It is only natural and normal that they connect so well… yet there is always time to teach a long tongue new tricks… tonight we shall be naughty schoolteacher and eager student… look at her… she is pretty… beauty should be consumed… smell her…. her scent alone could drive a monk wild with passion… soft ambers with slight allusions of chamomile… it is time that I teach you how to taste her… properly…

A pussy, at least my pussy, does not start and end at the two lips that cover the ever so sensitive clit… she is powerful and thus possesses a “zone”… you must conquer area 69… it is obligatory to dominate   the pleasure zone to profusely please the pussy… you do want to please the pussy… right? … one must not be greedy… roughness is prohibited…. complete attention and adoration are essential… using your tongue to explore the nadir of my fervor…  slowly sampling the syrups of sex that leisurely trickles down my sector of sensuality … your tongue is the star but you have a number of supporting actors… licking my thighs as you gently squeeze my titties…. Sensual kisses painted across my belly… Nibbling my ass as your fingers dance in my yoni… pussy eating is a process… keep up young Jedi… 

The slow leak becomes a constant stream… my small cries become corporeal moans… she is now ready… she is so pretty, not a hair in sight to hinder your escapade… you lick her as if there was no other pussy in the world more perfect than she… teasing me as you lick her… your tongue exploiting the walls that conceal her precious pearl… lapping up her juices that cover her thick lips… lips that are plump with passion… your licks transforming to soft suckles… suctioning up the walls of that butter pecan skin… the same pussy that has pampered your dick now being pampered by your lips … more teasing until I cannot fucking take it any longer… “Eat me daddy”…

You are always so obedient… tongue kisses to the tip of the clit… savoring the flavor of my honey pot as the gyration of my hips cause you to go deeper… I sigh a short lived sigh of relief once the warmth and moisture of your tongue mingles with the warmness and dampness of my cavern of erotica… she’s leaking, soaking wett… tongue and lips in cahoots as you make love to my pussy with your mouth… a tango of pussy and tongue...in and out… sucking up the fruits of your labor as if it is the potion for eternal youth… your entire mouth covers my pussy as you hold my ass in your palms, pushing me closer as though you would rather die of suffocation from being buried in my pussy than to ever stop relishing in the scent of soft amber, with hints of chamomile… she is delicious… I am delectable… expressing my fury through shrill screams and sporadic trembles… you do not need air for she is more necessary than anything at this very moment… sucking, licking, kissing… nibbling my city as you whisper sweet, wet nothings into my pussy... Overpowering that pussy... Devouring that pussy...loving that pussy… that magical mouth of yours pleasing me for an eternity, a lifetime of orgasmic movements … compelling me into lunacy until I have reached my zenith… I quiver as my yoni is adored... My legs trembling as my soul is released through the cum that pours out of me and into your mouth... I stare at you lovingly as you drink every drop of it with the thirst of a camel… I grab your face and kiss you with indescribable zeal… I have always wanted to taste myself …

~Viola Monroe

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Triple Entendre...XXX

Here we go again… this fucking atmosphere… that fucking freaky ass buzzing that always throws my pussy into a warm whirlpool… That fucking scent of “you” that forces my nipples to become so hard that I discreetly rub them to ease that pleasurable pain … all these fucking rudiments of fucking… how basic… triple entendre… three better than two any day… Mr. Pretty dick taught me that… you and I make a magnificent duo… almost perfect…and then a “third” appears… my eyes beg… my yoni yearns… my lips plead… please baby… lets triple our fucking pleasure… that fucking entendre…

I am a tad older… a little more experience under my ornate lavender Vickie secret string that sits in the crack of my voluptuous ass cheeks… pouncing on my prey like a true cougar… I shall set the stage for my younger and much more vibrant allies… one additional pleasure puppet to tickle my pussy… one extra mouth to feed… one bonus portion of meat to nourish the fire that burns the inside walls of my vulva … I’ve always dreamed of being a teacher… getting my pussy licked while my ass is being bitten as I better the world with lessons in bliss… killing 3 birds with two stones… in true Monroe style I shall always bite off more than the average and never more than I can suck… and fuck… I am the moderator… tonight I shall instill in you a necessity more valuable than breathing… both of you…

Viola… Ms. Monroe if you’re nasty… I prefer Ms. Monroe… I have been blessed… a well-endowed sexual experience with two well-endowed carnal phenoms… alternating screams and whispers of every pitch as I satisfy two yearnings with one body… shrieks of “Ms. Monroe” causing the wayward teacher to crack her whip and demand more…. I feel naughty as shit… Freaky as fuck… “Sit down young man… before I am forced to spank your perfect ass with my ruler”…. “Bite this clit or I will punish you both”… I am the smallest of the trio but I stand the aggressor… I am cougar hear me fucking ROAR… my roars transforming to purrs as each student competes with the other for the accolade of teacher’s pet… becoming a kitten as each hungrily suckles the milk from my bursting titties and laps up the thick pulp produced by my overactive pussy… star pupils making my pupils roll to the back of my head…

I must take a moment to digest this experience as my juices are consumed… I watch as you pause, my number one always aiming to please… I watch as you take a breather from devouring my pussy to allow the fruits of your labor to drip down those luscious lips of yours… the potion of my lips glossing your lips…fucking entendre… I taste me as I lick you… I am entranced at the delightful saccharine flavoring that my body has produced and now understand why you have a slight obsession with consuming me… snapped out of my trance as number two attempts to steal the limelight and forcefully slip all nine inches into the opening that your tongue filled moments ago… I said that you two are PUNISHED! ... No more dicks… no more tongues… too much pleasure will cause you to go blind… anatomy 101...

I have lost my mind… all rationale gone with the fourth nut brought on by my fairy-tale threesome… Roles reversed and I am now the prisoner… I try to run… feeble attempt at fleeing the criminal scene of erotica… weak in the knees and double teamed I am captured under the streetlights… barraged as our “extra” slips his tongue in my ass and your tongue finds its way back to its second home… the world and many hidden watchful eyes being schooled in bliss by the triumphant trio… my body crumples against the metal of a foreign car as my fifth nut possesses my soul … it is your fault, always your fault… this fucking atmosphere… that fucking freaky ass buzzing…. that fucking scent of “you”… all these fucking rudiments of fucking… how basic … three better than two any day… triple entendre...

~Viola Monroe

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Premeditated Purple

When you are mad you "see red"... envy is green... passion, sweet passion, could be nothing less than the color of royalty.... passion, my dear, causes delusions of the most enchanting exotic shade of purple... passion is personified by purple…. I think purple, see purple, dream purple… I glance at you and I am overcome with visions of purple… I am possessed by passion… I am entranced by you….

The moment you enter into my system with your mere presence I fully understand the frustration a man feels when his dick is rock hard… I am saturated…. Drenched in purple… leaking passion from every crevice of my pussy… biting on my violet grape flavored lips… wishing they were wrapped around that dick that is swathed in the softest fabric that Ralph Lauren could print his name on… my fantasy tickled by the scent that introduces your persona to the world…. Watching you create your hidden realm through images that the world shall forever see…. Smelling that love potion that leaks from your pores as if you even sweat nectar … thinking about you, fantasizing about what I would do to you, planning on how to solidify my thoughts and make my fantasies come true…  closed my eyes and wished on the brightest star that I could have my way with you…

You are unaware of the flame that you ignite in the caverns of the soul of my pussy… a blaze so scorching that my volcano of lust explodes a million times until my panties are drenched in….… you guessed it… purple potion of passion…  pre cum… prematurely nutting at the mere thought of you… heart palpitating so hard that I can see the beat of the art that you have embossed into my membrane…  my breathing becoming heavier with every movement of pure genius that your body effortlessly yields… my pussy rapidly progressing from a small rain puddle to a monsoon that is overpowering the thin fabric of my lavender thongs that are forced to savor the extract of the pussy that produces the most wonderful natural disaster….

My libido is overactive… my imagination is libido driven…my mania broken for a mere second…  even a genius must take a break… all your concentration sifting from your masterpiece in progress to the magnum opus that is me… the human artistry you have surreptitiously owned since the first time my purple eyes beheld you and were blinded by your magnificence…   you glance at me lovingly… brown eyes shaded purple as you inhale my aura and thank my maker for fashioning such a perfect creature… moments of you high-fiving our creator for the my beautiful breasts that spill out of my blouse as they attempt to escape to reveal their perfection to the world… a slight smile as you watch my ass, my little purple thong peeking from the center of my ass, my pants seemingly overpowered by my firm, round ass… smiling as you imagine biting that ass as I scream adulations and obscenities so loud that you bite a bit harder to counterpart the hardening of your dick…. I silently observe that massive bulge of man muscle in your jeans as I enter into your personal space and my scent of aromatic purple tickles your nostrils… I can feel you watching me as I secretly watch you… every sensual move I make enticing you to take me in the bathroom and fuck me until I am unable to remember anything other than the way my pussy tingles long before and after your dick delves into it and spills its secrets onto your skin… quick glimpse at the bulge and I see my effects… the wetness that creates a small dark spot on your Levis… both drenched in passion, purple… and pre cum…

We lock eyes and in that split second we are overwhelmed… the entries to our souls creating a communal fantasy… our breathing stops as we imagine me straddling your dick while you sit on your purple chair and slowly nibbles my titties… riding your dick like a madwoman as you whisper my name.. “Don’t stop fucking me Viola”… “Don’t FUCKING stop Viola”… you always said I never listened very well… I must stop… only to change positions… I lay myself across the countertop and could give a lovely fuck if it is strong enough to support to fervent fuck fest I have in mind… you climb on top of me, inserting that gorgeous God given gift of a dick into my pussy that is now dripping from the countertop to the floor… you fuck me like I am the rarest and most delicate violet that you are afraid will break if you use too much force… I am unbreakable daddy…I fuck you back to prove that I am indeed indestructible…  your slow grind becomes a maddening jab at my pussy… over and over and you imprint your name into my pussy until I cannot remember my own name… you love me, and fuck me, until I am unable to recollect any time that did not involve your dick… you fuck me until we both collapse, on the countertop, and I can think of anything other than the tingle in my pussy that will last long after you have gone…. You fuck me into paradise, a passionate purple paradise… you look down… our stare is broken… our breathing is heavy… our imaginations forced to settle down… our minds have created a blueprint… tonight shall reek of purple… premeditated purple....

~Viola Monroe

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WETTT...

It’s raining, it’s pouring, Ms. Monroe should be scoring… the beat of the rain against my window panes justly triggering mild insanity… its rhythmic pound competing with the overwhelming pulse in the heart of my loins… it’s so wettt… no reference to the rain…

Dark skies, soothing sounds of a constant downpour instigating a sudden monsoon in my passion purple panties… I have chosen my victim… prepared to torture his dick with pleasurable pain… beds are mediocre, carpets are rough… but balconies…. Balconies are perfection… I have watched the rain… it is time that the stream of h2o from the heavens returns the love and beholds my beauty…  

Naturalness exposed to the Mother of everything natural… Adam knew the key to ecstasy… not just naked…. Although bareness is bliss in itself… naked in nature is a scene directly out of erotica… every scar, every mole, every birthmark, every tattoo, every portion of my ravishing, caramel sun-kissed body offered to the wet trees, the glistening blades of grass, the eyes of anyone deviously peeping through slits in windows treatments and  wishing they were a brave as I… so valiant that I peel off the purple passion panties, the last piece of barrier from nudetopia, and prepare for my date… with my chosen prey… as nature’s mommie stares on….

He has always been my partner in love, war, crime and sex… we have made a pact to conquer the world as a duo… exulting such a clandestine fantasy, as the hummingbirds are muted as they surreptitiously watch… silent screams to the world that we mean business… we are not be fucked with… so we shall fuck… the wet trees releasing offerings of love in the form of multicolor leaves that stick to our skin as if they never want to let go…. The glistening blades of grass creating the most magnificent bed that my ass has ever had the pleasure of being tickled by… the eyes of our veiled and soundless audience making our hearts race from the fearless candidness of our purely carnal and illicit acts being on display…

With all restraints gone we have nothing to assist with reaching the hidden paradise beyond ecstasy other than the settings of nature and pure instinct… and the rain of course… the rain that makes me so wettt…. The universe’s gifts to all that are willing to accept…. We accept… we shall rule this world… but first he must rule this wettt pussy, as my ass is tickled by those blades of grass and my senses aroused by those hidden eyes that I cannot see but can feel burning holes of passion through my little plump buttocks as they watch it jiggle each time my partner rams his slippery dick into my wettt ass…   

The crickets join the rain in dee jaying our personal haven of sexual wonderment… he feels no wetness other than that created by his own hands, tongue or dick… he kisses my lips softly, all four of them,  as I am amazed at how he feels better with every second, better with every drop of rain that drenches his stunning, slim artful frame…  his tongue, lubricated by the tears of heaven, sliding in and out of my pussy, always hitting my “g-spot” with the zeal of a master marksman… we fluidly switch positions with great ease as our drenched bodies glide along each other… erogenous sensations running through the blood that pumps through my veins and causing goosebumps to form as he gently nibbles on my clitoris, with those perfect, wett lips and that warm, moist tongue…. The infamous 69 position in which my deep sucking of his massive dick competes with his tongue play on my pussy… our sexual rivalry triggering more fluid than either of our souls can ingest before climaxing at absurdity…

That fucking antagonistic rain… making my pussy so wettt…. His dickstiff er than any memory that I could recall… I could not recall my name at this point… that fucking rain that makes the wet trees cover my naked body with lovely leaves… that fucking rain that makes me giggle in between animalistic moans compliments of my comrades dick and the blades of moist lawn that delights my ass… my partner in corruption’s dick pounding in and out of the pussy that the rain has transformed into a wetland of pleasure…  mother nature watches, envy stricken, as that beautiful dick, that dick that has been tailored to my yoni, digs into the soul of my sexuality, possesses my soul through my clit, conquers our communal fancy via my wetness… I scream to the heavens as my fingers meet his dick and double team my pussy until the rain becomes a slight mist and the sky becomes purple…. Wetness… flooding our medullas into a frenzy of pleasure… slip and sliding down a utopia of wetness… it’s raining… it’s pouring… One point for the Oh so wettt Ms. Monroe…

`~Viola Monroe

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How To Hate ... Monroe Style....

Times change, things change, people change... You never promised me you wouldn’t... I just assumed you never would... Asshole by nature... I'm am asshole by experience....

You wear the pants as I wear tons of hats… comrade, fuck buddy,  blunt roller, chef, and personal therapist… *flicks BIC* as I listen… your baby mama’s a bum and all women are bitches... I have a pussy but I still listened... Defending your honor as you slandered my name.... My kindness for weakness... My dreams on hold so I can make your dreams unfold... No promise of monotony as my existence of fidelity transmutes monotony... Always priority as you weigh your options… I’ve always come dead last…

They say the closest ones to you are the ones you hurt the most…its only logical and natural for me to surrogate as your human cesspool, the aggregator of all your shit… natural for you... asshole by nature... criticize me, abuse my soul, mistreat and exploit my humanity until I drop to my knees in apologies… begging for forgiveness as I swallow millions of unborn babies... saving the world from future assholes as my stomach churns from the not so foreign substance that tastes of too many drugs and even more bitches... those bum ass bitches...

Warnings because I love you… someone should have warned me not to love you… Baby don't fuck with those shady niggas! ... too much talent to lose your life to drugs... I’m not a psychic but I’m smart as the fuck… drugs lead to jail… I accepted all calls that your niggas ignored… I ignored all calls from your niggas trying to fuck... Heated fucked sessions in the shower… when we’re done I wash your back...more fuck sessions, in someone else’s shower, as I slumber… stabbing foreign pussy while stabbing me in my back… I always allowed you to deep dive in the pussy you shallow motherfucker... caring for you when you’re stressed, broken and ill you sick motherfucker...

Your main bitch but never your only bitch… your shoulder to cry on as you made me cry lakes, rivers and oceans…  your best friend as you become my worst enemy… I tried to teach you how to love a bad bitch… you taught me how to hate a sorry ass nigga…#SWAG!

~Viola Monroe

No Strings... Other Than G~Strings....

I'm drunk I'm fulla that shit... Trying to go home and get fulla that dick... Dumb dick... Because we are both just that... Naw, we aren't dumb... we're human... Two very sexually frustrated, inebriated attractive humans... We have "stirrings" that our human nature thrives on acting out... We just want to fuck...

Return to my humble abode... clothes damp and crumbled from a long night of constant grinding with inconsistent partners...wee hours of the morning in which the world is blanketed with either sleep or sex... I shall sleep when I die... I choose door number two… "I feel sexy" *text sent* ...

Thoughts of you as the searing water of the shower concurrently cleanses my skin and embeds soft beads of lavender and vanilla bean to offer my pores "essence"... my thoughts do not automatically pick out wedding colors and fine china... I know your last name (from facebook) but I do not imagine how that sounds preceding "Viola"... No such ideations… you’re new... I love new... But I don't have plans of loving new... It’s not impossible.... Just not that important....

I giggle as I think about those deep dimples you possess… the plush purple towel that I use to dry my skin  defeats its purpose as my yoni instantly gets wet at the memory of the way those magnificent massive dreads sit atop a face of the most exotic caramel that my eyes have ever witnessed… painting on Oh baby lipglass to moisten my lips as I contemplate if I should suck those huge ass lips of yours or just  kiss them sensually… and then suck them… maybe suck then kiss… damn you were so cute tonight walking through the club as if you know that every bitch in there was checking for you… I wonder if you have a big dick… thoughts broken as you knock….

A few moments for each of us to adjust to the change of scenery that affects how we have perceived each other up until this point… you notice my hidden tats that are now completely visible compliments of my too extra small boyshorts and Under Amour sports bra… I notice that your teeth are perfect, your eyelashes are so long and your hands are so soft… slight, previously unnoticed attributes are detected  and smiled upon… small talk is made and I now know your age, relationship status and favorite food… I try to learn more… but your hands are so soft…. There is a bed in the back with little golden packages sprinkled across the headboard… we are only human….

300 minutes of “foreplay” and I find out my answer to that dick question… you have something to brag about… yet, I am happy that you didn’t… I love surprises… excitement gushing through my veins as my pussy gushes to the feel of the tip of your tongue… you’re a hungry man… surprise number two… your good… I shake my head as my legs shake at the realization that I have a show off on my hands… well ,on my pussy … I continue to cum as your head reappears and your dick becomes your tongues pinch hitter… tearing my pussy walls up as I paint that exotic caramel skin with soft scratches, light bites and forbidden marks bursting with passion … fucks me into a fantasy… not a pretend future of nuptials, kids and small picket fences… too complicated… sex is simple… my fantasy is simple… we are both grown… we are only human… I don’t need to be a Mrs. to have this moment of bliss… face down, knees to the ground, bent over, bust it open and got fucked like I was ugly…

~Viola Monroe

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Rockstar Memoirs... Shit Dreams Are Made Of....

What's good homie, I missed you lover, so fucking happy to see you friend... It’s been a while... That bitch absence promised my heart the solace of fondness... She lied... I've been lost... Gone astray in memories of you...

Our first encounter... Those fucking social networks... fell in love with your words before I saw your face... Fell in love with your face before I heard you speak... Fell in love with your voice as you seductively spoke my name... Fell in love with your dick that pounded my pussy as we indulged in first date sex... You remember?

A smile covers my face at the recollection of the next several weeks... New love is a beautiful thing... Our worlds so different that we chose to create our own utopia... outsiders were not were not necessary nor were they welcomed into our self-made paradise... Days and nights passed unnoticed for time would only limit us and our domain possessed no boundaries... weeks of learning middle names, favorite colors, future goals and lifelong dreams... Weeks filled with laughter, a few stray tears and the passion of a European orgy... Weeks of fucking like thoroughbreds in heat, ravishing each other’s body and soaking in the juices that overflows from the fountains of novel adoration... we talked more than we slept... We kissed more than we talked... We fucked more than we breathe....Memories…

Weeks quickly become months... All good things must come to an end... But we were never good... We have always been great... Our demise is wished upon by pitiful men and jealous bitches that envy what we share... the more we love the more the inevitable draws near until we have no choice in the matter... Months of smothering in the aura of love, good weed and mind blowing sex forces us to come up for breathe ... Outsiders break our barrier and invade our euros... Life must be lived and our lives are so different... You do you and I do me... In the meantime, we always find a way to do each other... Clouding each other’s thoughts and flooding each other’s subconscious... You disappear... I find you... I disappear... You find me and fuck an apology out me... Months of you teaching me, lovingly teasing me, constantly defending me, sexually taunting me... Remember?...

I am amazed to this day how we so easily traveled from months to years... Time never being of the essence for it feels as if we have known each other forever... it is certain we shall love each other for eternity... our love has been no fairytale... Trials and tribulations sprinkled into our liaison... Drama spicing up life and interrupting our perfection... love conquers all.... We prevailed... I am your Wonder woman and you are my Super Man... we are an undefeatable duo... days become weeks that turn into months that have brought us to years ... It feels like only yesterday you washed my back in the shower as I rambled on about our future fame... memories still vivid about late, wasted club nights in which my drunken stupor ended with me at your front door, instantly naked in your room and riding your dick as if it were a million dollar mechanical bull... I can hear that funny way you laugh on the night we filled our lungs with so much wonderful purple that I sucked your dick in the clouds and lay across a bed of stars as I watched my love loving me... I remember… tell me you do to…

Homie, lover, friend… Days… weeks… months… years… dreams created… aspirations shared… love made… mother time is of no quintessence… days of laughter…weeks of touches… months of kisses … years of fucking… I fucking love you… remember that!

~Viola Monroe

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VIII-XII

The day that ALF is born (the cat eater)… 224th day of the year (225 in a
leap)

… Cleopatra commits suicide with the help of a bug… First breath of his Wonder Woman…  Night of the murdered poets… Night of the best, most orgasmic, tantalizing, and fucking fantastic sexual experience of her life… night of the fucked poet… the irony….

He has dedicated this day to her… in her world he has somehow dedicated a small portion of each day to her… today, however, was HER day… the day that the Earth was blessed with her presence so that fate could bless him with her so that he can dedicate a small portion of each day to her… he could have been anywhere in the world… but he chose to be there with her… on HER day…

She is a free, wild, fiery sensation of a woman… today belonged to her and warranted no inhibitions… Her spirit was released into the open… unleashed… 24 hours to eat as many red vines and Twix ice cream that her palate desired … glasses of flavorful fluids flowing as she inebriates her world and everyone that is in it, on HER day… her purple eyes clouded by the purple cloud that swathes her like a shield from the bullshit… 24 hours to dance like she’s beautiful and fuck like she was ugly….

A sight to behold… the concoction of life that these two create… on HER day… he is under no circumstances contained… his aura bouncing around the world in Cheap Mondays and snapbacks… a hint of superfluous mischievousness as he they lock eyes and start her day…

Every space they move in is overpowered by these two whimsical creatures… so they will be still, or as still as this duo could be… each feeding off the others energy as the flavorful fluids flow and her purple eyes lock into his with the inebriation from that special purple cloud that has painted the foundation for HER day… easy conversation, light flirting, too much laughter and the touches of new lovers… they are still… a feat for this pair… more touches… heavier flirting….

The stars kiss the sky as her tongue tastes his skittles and the Belvedere that danced with his spearmint Orbit… She has wanted to taste that tongue since she begin her day, waking with drifting images of the powers of that delicious tongue… He is devoured… he doesn’t resist for he knows, and loves, this aggressive, animalistic greedy sector of her soul…

HER day has now transitioned into HER night…He bites his tongue as he refuses to give his comrade the satisfaction of knowing that she is his Kryptonite and he is slowly weakened with each passionate suckle of his bottom lip… his heart longing for more as she works her way down with soft nipples, long licks and  tiny suckles of passion that leave a trail to his dick… it has been declared HER day… yet, nothing appeases her more than pleasing him… she is not fooled by that Poker face he barely maintains and knows that he loves the way she slowly teases the tip of his dick with her tongue… she is clever and is more than aware of the slight tingle that runs through to his toes as she uses every muscle in her jaw to delight every sense in his dick… he will go mad if she continues… so much energy, the two creating the sparks of a Shuriken against Iron Man… “FUCK ME” she screams in a raspy whisper… it is HER day… he decided….

Face down ass up… ass down face up…. It is HER day and he refuses to make her work, too much…. She asked to be fucked… she wants to be fucked… it is HER day… she DESERVES to be fucked… He has mated with her soul and would give her anything she asked for, especially on HER day… he holds her head down as he rams his dick so deep in her that her screams betray her and flavor the night with “My fucking goodness” “Damn daddie” “I love you… I love that dick!”… she wanted to be fucked…. He will forever grant her every wish… he flips her over with the love of an aficionado and her shouts on momentarily subdued… as she stares…

She is in a frenzy at the of the sight of the man that was conquering every sensation in her pussy… subconsciously her nails dig into his wings for he must be an angel sent to her in honor of HER day… biting on masterpieces as she attempts to muffle the obscenity of a sailor… what a potion these two brew … their bodies vibing as if they possessed the same heartbeat, uniform thought patterns, an  equivalent hunger that had her tearing at his skin like a starved vampire as he thrust every inch of his dick in her pussy as if the two would never be fortunate to meet again…

Love is conceived, declared and agreed upon through bites, scratches, backshots, shrill screams, lustful whispers, songs of a pussy that is so wet it has no choice but sing… He has came and conquered… she has came and came and came…. HER day…. The day ALF, the cat eater, was born… The day her purple eyes complimented her purple cloud as he beat her pussy up… until she cried “That’s enough!”

~Viola Monroe

LOVE...in 3D....

“Him”… “Him” is the strongest, the one that’s existed the longest… that which has always been past, present and future… when “him” is mentioned anyone that I have allowed into my small circle of life knows exactly who is being spoken of… the “him” that my realm knows because he has always been the center of my world, ruler of my universe…“Him” and I… existing as a unit for over half of each of our lives… best times and worst times…  “Him” was there when I was the pimple-faced, size 14 crown queen… “Him” was there to hold my hand through tough times, wipe my tears through harder times and praise me at each accomplishment…. The man that took my virginity, taught me to drive, paint my first marks of passion on the inside of my thighs, the first man to watch OUR child being born as he feverishly ran around the operating room trying to capture every moment of the emergence of our goddess. “Him” will always be my first love… but (there is always a “but”)…

My heart is immense and I have been blessed with the ability to love like a madwoman… “He” precipitously “happened” and my love leaped into new depths of my soul… it was not that the love reciprocated by “him” could not suffice… “He” was never planned… not once did the stars predict that “he” would conquer my soul and teach me that love was multi-dimensional… the gift and the curse… one heart bound to two men that God created with ambiances unlike any other… very different adoration emitting from the same heart… 

I have not shared any milestones over half a century with “he”… “he” does not know the me that I used to be and was not there to kiss me each day as I closed my locker door like “him” did… yet, “he” has caused fireworks within my body that no creature on this earth has ever been able to generate… “he” has made me feel alive in every sense of the word… “he” has listened to each goal, dream and aspiration with no hint of judgment or doubt… “he” has brought smiles to my face in the darkest of moments and has whispered words of hope and encouragement when defeat feels so near… “he” has brought adventure and passion to my life while “him” has offered stability and longevity…

“He” kisses me maddeningly, swallowing my bottom lip whole as my pussy drips to the rhythm of his tongue… “him” takes my lips and my body as a lover that is at great peace with his partner for he knows every mole, scar and erotic spot on my body… “he” fucks me with a craving that makes my yoni yearn for more, always harder, doing whatever it is that I ask in my weakened moments of lustful pleas, always harder, “he” consistently conquers my pussy and leaves me longing for more, and more, and more…

 “Him” offers a love making so sweet that the nectar of the honeybee is jealous… “him” never “fucks me harder” for there is no bone in his body that wishes to make me endure any form of pain, even if requested by my own lips, the lips that “he” devours so infuriatingly … “him” is my protector and plays his role even as his dick slowly finds its way into the moist, warm crevice of my vagina that knows “him” so well, loving even my pussy as if his only goal in life is to safeguard it…

Polyamory… to love two at once… gifted with a heart that propagates and cultivates… a soul that has no limits and is not bound by the communal law that love is unable to be apportioned… “him” is my love, always and forever… “He” is who I am in love with… completely and unconditionally… two men… one me… loving each equally but differently because each loves me… inversely…  triangular, yet equilateral, love… “him” no more than “he”… “he” not an iota more than “him”… love… in 3D

~Viola Monroe

Purple Juice...

I stare at him… entranced.... enchanted by this creature before me and the world that he has created… a euros within standard civilization that is unable to fully comprehend his majesty, his intellect, his persona that defies every societal rule…

He does not know how much I respect him… he may never know that even more importantly, I understand him… discernment of his wonderment being impossible for all others…  I have watched this madman, evil genius, beautiful mind of a man and I love him because I know him… a rare oddity in his world….

Running shit swathed in the color of royalty, checkered leathers of Louie V and a kaleidoscope of fantasies forever engraved into the preponderance of his skin… the snakes that climbed on medusa’s head seeming tame to the beautifully wild mane that crowns this king… eyes that tell a hidden story should he ever choose to reveal them long enough for one to discern his aura of mystery…. he has tried… everyone has failed… yet I have seen those eyes… studied those eyes… I understand him…

Overlooked and underestimated his genius is lowballed… his way of life discounted by the simple-minded… I do not see him as others… I understand him… not because I love him…  I have come to believe that anyone that has encountered his presence is drawn to love him… I know him because I have seen those eyes… the mirror has boasted that same glaze with a twinkle in the left pupil… eyes of greatness… we have walked the same path… the same road traveled, me with my size 7 BCBG pumps while he strides in his 10 ½ Jordan XI…

He smiles more than most… his world a mosh pit of jubilee, fantasy, the finest of purples wrapped in grape leaves, several bad bitches and anything else that can suffice as materialized bliss… an oddball born on the most even of days (JUICE!)…he smiles despite the fact that he is too fucking busy…and too busy fucking ;)…  I constantly smile for he is infectious… I analyze his movements with great scrutiny … his brilliance is never ending and every aspect of he is just as imperative as the other… I know beyond his smile….

He has dreams, goals, aspirations dissimilar to that of the lackluster existences that surround him… stresses and worries that the weak would crumble under… intellect that puzzles the median and pisses off even the smartest of smart asses… magnificently multifaceted… he is a hundred men wrapped in one body... his reputation flawed by common culture for the path that he must take for survival has been labeled illicit and proscribed … he is placid to this reality for he is great… created by our maker with the clays of prominence and brought to life with the breath of eminence….

My trance breaks only to transcribe his story… attempting to capture the essence of my Kage ninja… telling his tale to the world as he unsuspectingly clarifies the secret to happiness… I learn as the buzz of his Samaria sword lulls me into his medulla… watching as he creates fantasies, dumb ambitions, new love, lost love, new ambitions overpowering lost loves with the dark shades of shadows to hide the pain… life imported from his fingertips… lost in his world as he feverishly inscribes life… the two portals to his soul intent on seeing his vision… head bowed as he is spellbound by his own brilliance… the most complex of men with the most pretentious of dreams…. He just wants to tattoo…

~Viola Monroe

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You... Daddie...

15 minutes... 14 years....13000 memories....it has been awhile... my eyes are unyielding... They have the superb ability to discount your handwriting that is so pretty that it could be kanji calligraphy... They never fight to resist you for their only struggle is to simply snub you... Unopened documents of infidelity, sorrow, soul searching, confessions... love tainted with ignorant hate...  my hands accomplice to my eyes... Ordered to avoid that tingle to separate the sealant to my fate... Forbidden to open a Pandora’s box of sentiment…
It has been years since I have felt the heat of your chest… the constant rising and falling that lured me into a slumbered fantasy of what we could be, what we should be… 2 years… 3 months and 4 days since you excavated my pussy with the force that is only acceptable amongst lovers that understand the pleasure of shared pain… months since I have kissed those massive lips that spit poisonous lies and hollow possibilities… weeks since I looked into your caramel colored eyes that twinkle in the sun and possess such power over me that I am forced to look down at my size 5 ½ Jordan Retros to avoid your kryptonite…
Correspondences locked as my hands are accomplice to my eyes… my hands, decreed to contravene any contraband that boasts your handwriting… your kanji calligraphy that articulates your mistakes, your feigned remorse, your declarations of guilt… quivering, my hands resist the urge to betray my eyes for my heart has already befallen into the role of the collaborator…
My heart, the traitor, has sided with you since day one… 14 years ago you walked up to me, smiled that grin that glorifies that deep right dimple and seized the vessel that allows me to live… smartest of battle moves, for now it is you that breathes life into me… my struggle now rests in salvaging my heart, repossessing my life and forgetting the preceding proprietor… 
My mind willing my hands to leave the box unopened, piling up with “what ifs” “I should haves” “next time I wills”… empty promises and loaded revelations scribbled in kanji calligraphy… my hands forcing my eyes shut should they weaken at the inscriptions on the yellow lined sheets… all body parts functioning together as a fierce entity whose only goal is to win back my heart… My ears… sneaky little foxes always hiding behind piles of hair… the fucking most unsuspected suspect deceives me…
 My ears… openly accepting your voice… creeping into my veins… overpowering every organ in my body until my pulse beats to the sensual whispers of that voice…tantalizing my senses and reuniting my shell of a body with my heart… how I have you missed you so… my heart… how I have missed you…my ears, your voice, my heart… “Wassup Ma”…
~Viola Monroe

Cum Here Lover

I never intended to feel this way… never deliberately positioned myself in this convoluted circumstance that places my heart in a frenzy, my mind into mania and my pussy in a sea of seduction…

You are who you are… I am who I am… we have always fit so well, like the Magnum that covers your glorious dick on nights that we feign responsibility… two magnificent, bizarre peas in a purple pod… even if I were able to resist being in this situation I would not… we have created castles in thick clouds of splendor … we rule collectively and blissfully…

Homie, lover, friend… no justice being done to what we are… what we are… what are we?… there is no “title” “label” or “status” that would do “US” justice… we are what we are and there is no one in this world that will ever be able to comprehend that… you are who you are and I am who I am… that is why we always end up “here”… in this black hole of rapture that sucks the rationale out of me and dispenses life into every aperture of my body…

I stare at you… so perfect… so perfect for me… I want to give you the sweetest of forehead kisses, whisper sweet nothings in your ear, fuck you as if we hate each other… simply because I adore you… lost in a gaze as you sing to me… my body blushes, my hands inscribing your beautiful aura with lucid terminology to convince myself that you are real, my pussy cries as you calculatingly torture me… I love you… fuck me like you hate me…

Boundaries are impertinent in our clandestine world… there is no threshold for I will never get enough of you… never tire of sucking that bottom lip as if it were my last meal… consuming you until there is nothing more to satisfy me… that limit never reached as you are infinite to me… so when I whisper “fuck me” the lights disappear, people around us become insignificant stick figures and all background nuisances are disregarded….

You are such a stubborn man… rebel who’s only cause is to be a rebel… you do what the fuck you want… yet, I am above the law of low lifes… covertly there is some method to your extreme madness… your happiness lies in pleasing me… never spoken but I know… partially due to my cockiness… possibly because of the way that you bite my labia so softly and with so much passion… maybe it’s the way you burrow into my pussy from the back as you bite my shoulder, leaving the marks of a supreme aficionada into my flesh that has been permanently swathed with the labors of your love… perhaps my knowledge stems from your syrupy sap that overflows into my mouth as you suffer with the sacrifice of love… 

I am yours and you are mine… I whisper “fuck me”… my dear rebel takes orders so well… owning my clit with your tongue until my eyes bleed purple tears and my tongue spits the vulgarity of a pirate… you are who you are and I am who I am... you will fuck me as I commanded… wait, you are a radical… you don’t take orders… I will suffer for this…

Your tongue possessing my pussy until I dissipate into oblivion… NEVER… just as I see “the light” my fervor is broken, my back is bent and your dick is teasing ever sector of my drenched pussy… reprimanding me as if I allowed the dog to eat my homework… retribution for thinking that I had the upper hand … pounding my pussy until its wetness begins to talk to you… until my cum leaks down my leg and screams your name as you fuck the life outta me and new life into me…

When you are done you simply state “Surprise me”… so I do… impress you with my legs in the air supported by the arms that you have illustrated with symbols of love…  you stand up and ravish my pussy while I’m on a handstand as if Weezy personally taught you that trickery… “STOP”… “I CAN’T TAKE ANYMORE”… rebel without a cause… you take commands from NO ONE… you will continue until I collapse…. Satisfied… enamored… exhaustion mingles with ecstasy…

Staring… marveling… daydreaming and I’m thinking of you… if I were not me I would be you…  because I am me I love you… it is elementary my dear Watson... I am who I am because you are who you are… elementary… now cum here love... and fuck me J…

~Viola Monroe  

IMPERFECT PERFECTION

Impeccable, both inside and out… I have these stunning, exceptionally white, diamond bright set of teeth that have been set with the precision of a true architect, manicured nails with cuticles of perfection, tiny little toes painted the brightest of colors that God could have gifted… one single solitary diamond sitting on the second little toe, gleaming with every step of my size 7 suede Nicholas Kirkwood platform pumps, purple of course… curves running from my shoulder blades to the arch of my heels…

Not a hair out of place because it owns the space it takes up… the mass of dark, sultry curls having a mind of its own… overpowering while complimenting my oval face that is void of any imperfections and no hints of any manufactured and bottled beauty… a face that is a virgin to any form of Almay, Bobbi Brown, M.A.C. and all their friends… other than a hint of gloss to flavor the luscious set of lips that highlights beauty I do not know nor need any counterfeit attractiveness… both beautiful and natural… that’s when I’m the prettiest, Drake I could never take that wrong…

I wear clothes only to satisfy society… if I must wear them they will cling so well to my body that they become my second skin… a colorful, vivacious and vibrant subsequent coating… not too much though, for my God given first skin has been painted by the most magnificent artist in the universe… my body tells hundreds of stories of love, pain, happiness, adventure, new goals, forgotten goals and everything in between… a medium that men and women have scribbled upon and collectively created the masterpiece that is me…

I do not stress for stress interferes with progress… not a bone of neediness in my beautiful body for my independence is my life and I have no thoughts of suicide… tears still form in my beautiful eyes but these are only initiated by bouts of intense joy… soul created of happiness and therefore every thought, act or display of any portion of my being emits elation… not even the cruelest of beings can resist the urge that they have to be in my presence for my aura feeds them the vitals of life… men yearning to enter into my cavern of love that soaks the smallest thon-like part of my second skin… woman crave my friendship for it is the purest, most genuine and rarest bond that anyone could offer… the seeds of my womb connected to my heart that only a mother and her progenies could retain… my lover oversexed, over loved, over admired and treated as if he is the sovereign of my soul… he reciprocates my love ten-fold…

I am a snake charming belly dancer… cunning and witty… a conversation piece … the ultimate conversationalist… writing riddles of the secret to my ambiance… overflowing the eyes, hearts and medullas of the world as they are spell bound by my choice combination of the most eccentric verses… world’s greatest mom (that’s tattooed somewhere on me )… paramount lover… best friend… I am the shit!!!!...

In a perfect world….

~Viola Monroe

#POW

My head aches… my footsteps are heavy… my sexiness is lost with the hunch of my back caused by this load… weight of the world would be much more pleasurable than this burden… a universe walking across my shoulders… stomping like a fucking step squad wearing spiked steel toe boots….

No one will ever know… that is part of my strength… smile through these fucking tears that sting my eyes … strut though the pain that shoots from my femur to my groin compliments of these fucking stilettos I am obliged to wear… laugh as my name is skull dragged through piles of giraffe shit … sensually moan and create “fuck faces” as my pussy is beat to death as if being punished for its warm moisture…. Paint a stupid fucking grin on as my kindness is being taking for weakness, love is being abused and intelligence is constantly being insulted… that is part of my strength…

I am only one woman… yet, I am EVERY woman… there is a solution to every problem… it is I who must solve each as if it is the equation for energy and I am Einstein reincarnated as his stunning counterpart destined to depart this life from the untimely failure of my heart… a heart botched from lost love, broken friendships, extreme debt… detrimental people, places and things closing in on me… parasites… I am ONLY one woman… yet, I must be EVERY woman…

No “thank you”, no “great job bitch”, no “ I am so proud of you fucker”… needed but not noticed… no good deed gone without punishment… duty calls with suppressed praise… maybe I don’t deserve it.. maybe they don’t deserve me… perhaps this is just “life”… perhaps this is just “My life”… yearning to scream, confess that I am aching, reveal that I am only human, run until I have reached a place of refuge and solace, cry until my cheeks are covered with the salt of the Dead sea… I cannot scream… a lady is to be seen and not heard… I am unable to admit my lack of immortal powers… I would disgrace my Super man… Running would be deplorable and painful… I cannot risk stumbling, or even worse, breaking my heels… Crying is not an option… My Bobbi Brown concealer would smear… so I smile, grit, grin and bear it… #POW

~Viola Monroe