Man Of My Words - By Paul B. Peddie

To you I promise, to be the best man I can be, that from my responsibilities I'll never flee. To make you my number one priority, teach you all I know, always keeping you in the know. To make you planned and not a mistake, and whether you're a little prince or a little princess, to show you the same amount of love, same amount of interest.

I promise, to do my best to bring you to this world when I'm best able, so you'll never lay hungry in your cradle. To try and find the best mummy possible,  so you won't be Ill-treated and we won't have to fuss, and we won't have to fight. To always be there for you even in the simplest situations, like building a kite.

I promise, to teach you right from wrong, teach you what it means to be a man, (or a woman). To believe in your hopes and dreams, help you fulfill them so they don't just go downstream. To give you the opportunity to get a good education, tend to you when you're sick, get your medication.

I promise, to show you how to have fun, play with you,  in the rain,  even in the broiling sun. To be there for you, for the rest of my life, be the father to you that I never had, try and speak to you without getting mad.

To live a good life, keeping the family safe at night, never to lay a hand on my wife. I promise, to be the kind of man you can recline upon, a role model, a mentor, a father, an outstanding individual.

These and much more I promise to you, and to always be true, and though things in life might change, one thing will remain the same, I will be a man of my words till the end of my days.

To you my unborn child.
By Paul. B. Peddie
October 3, 2009.

The TAYke Over - By Paul B. Peddie

I must commend you, on the way you address my exterior. The way you touch my skin, with your hands, your eyes, your lips, with such tender caress, with such vigor within.

The way your tongue feels on the surface of my exterior, the way the impact on the tiny hairs sends jolts too heavenly to describe, straight within. Uncontrollable feeling engulfing my exterior and seeping into my soul, deep within...

A feeling from which I never tire, a feeling which covers me entirely. Anxiety, a racing rush of excitement and happiness, panting pleasure, erotic bliss. I must commend you, for these rewarding moments to my mind, to my soul, for this pristine abyss.

The way you look into my eyes,  like you're seeing something more than my rugged face. The way my body responds to your every touch, your kiss, your every embrace.

I don't know what it is that you've done to me, but it's caused me to act in such a crazy way. My body has been craving you, my soul too, simple thoughts of you keeps waking my member up, dreams have caused my volcano to erupt...

I must commend you, on behalf of my mind, body and soul. I gave you the controls, and you led my being through a maze of pleasure. Now you've been given the keys to this city, so feel free to take control, rock my mind, body and soul.

By Paul B. Peddie
October 17, 2016.

Live Prop - By Paul B. Peddie

I'm good, chilling as I should. I'm relearning how to spend some time with me, learning new stuff, stuff I should've learned already.

I long the feeling of love magnified, focused like a camera on one individual's eyes. A daily mission of utmost importance, seeing my Queen smile. A mission if accomplished, brings compensation to my life.

A smile in return, reactions that make my frown turn, arriving with butterflies, they fly right in, less space for neighbors, so my body loses all memory in that moment... of my appetite.

I miss it all, but my hibernation made me smarter than the average bear, so I won't be a fool for some honey, and what I'm looking for can't be bought, so in a sense I can keep my money.

I don't find it funny, when they come with such dramatization asking for my time. Yet all it takes is that which they seek, so the true them can no longer hide.

Award worthy actresses, Grammy nominated liars, I won't be a prop in your play, nor will I let you throw me to your audience as prey.

By Paul B. Peddie
August 23, 2016.

Your Highness - By Paul B. Peddie

My euphoria, my means of escape, she showed me a path, a path from out the dark. Daily I float, down this intriguing and newfound route, my mind expanding rapidly, instant meaningful growth.

I got in tuned with nature as I explored my possible roots and drank the newfound insights that fell like dew. Each day that passed we met to talk, sometimes at daybreak, sometimes at dawn. She opened my eyes, she rocked me to sleep. She showed me how insignificant were my troubles, my fears, and that from my defeats, motivation and lessons is all that I should seek. I smiled each day, living this newfound way.

I fell in love, I couldn't resist, she became my drug, with each daily kiss. I caressed her and dressed her in her best, our kiss ignited, and soon came happiness. She left me high, the universe smiled, this happened each day, I felt so alive.

Anyone who came, had to accept her as a part of me, for as the times went by, I couldn't keep her far from me. Times before when we hid to explore, were significant times, but times that won't exist anymore. For I have no reason other than the reasons of others that would make me deny her, I'd search anywhere to find her, so why not glorify her, while she takes me higher.

I know that I will marry someday, she'll be there on what might be my happiest day, and as my wife and I depart, that's where my sweetest days will start. She'll ensure we go as high as we want, just us three, myself, my beautiful wife, and marijuana, in a honeymoon suite. 

By Paul B. Peddie
July 22, 2016.

Another Zealous Attraction

Why do I feel this way when I stumble upon tweets, images, oh the images, so, so,  Beau... Sigh,  I almost described your image with everyday words, words thrown to and fro by the mediocre male frames of my generation, words once filled with the meaning they were meant to portray, but words I don't feel the same about because they threw them from their mouths with sinister plans hidden neatly in order to get their way.

Though let me not go astray, for I'm here to write a short chapter given to me by my heart today. a tale of how it felt as I stumbled on your page, a tale of a feeling it hasn't truly gotten in a decade, a feeling I thought was going extinct, a feeling that has me here, feeling excited, feeling...  Afraid.

It saw the parts of your admirations which you chose to be known,  admirations that are identical, identical to my own. The books,  the love, the difference from the crowd, all of this and all of what I'm yet to explore, wrapped in a graceful being, leaving it curious, excited, wanting to know more. Yet afraid, afraid because of lessons from my past, afraid because I'm spoilt, yet never gets what I want.

Afraid because a few times my mind has come disguised as my heart, advising me on things seen,  things seen, convincing me they were things felt. And somehow as whatever this is that is being copied from within me, forming words on a screen, I wonder how ironic it is that this is my first time writing since the start of twenty sixteen.

I just can't turn a blind eye, I want to send this to you tonight, my core afraid, yet set ablaze, thinking of what your thoughts might be if you read these verses of my heart. I guess the fear will win, for in a world filled with masks, I might be seen as a regular court jester posing as a King.
If only I could get to know you, but I know not how to approach a female anymore, at least not one of your kind. My generation has left me labeled, and any gesture of mine might seem fable,  might seem cliche, might seem like a court jester's joke, presented in a King's way.

However my story unfolds, I will keep this warm feeling, for it has given me hope, hope that your kind exists, and that one day all the universe might see me deserving, and my happy story might finally begin...

January 20, 2016.
By Paul B.