Heat, Mud, Shirts, Sweat, Beer, Fun, Color 2014

Since May, I've volunteered in Brooklyn, Bronx, Staten Island, and Manhattan for:

Pulmonary Hypertension -South Street Seaport

Penny Harvest- Stuyvesant High School

Walk for the Warriors - South Street Seaport

Brooklyn Pride- Park Slope

5K Foam Fest- Aviator Sports and Recreation Center

Rugged Maniac - Aviator Sports and Recreation Center

Firecracker 5K- Governor's Island

Color Run - Aviator Sports and Recreation Center

Neon Vibe- Aviator

Neon Dash- Aviator

Damon Runyon Cancer Research Foundation - Yankee Stadium, Bronx, NY

Run Or Dye -Staten Island, NY

MS Run the US Relay - Firefighters' Field, Roosevelt Island

Electric Run- Aviator

Susan G. Komen Breast Cancer - Central Park, Manhattan, New York

Ridiculous Obstacle Challenge- Aviator

People's Climate March - Upper West Side, Manhattan

Bike MS(only packet pick up)- Midtown, Manhattan

Down and Dirty Obstacle Race - Orchard Beach, Bronx

Avon Breast Cancer Walk- Randall's Island,NY

NYC 10K - Roosevelt Island

Tour De Bronx - Bronx County Building

TCS NYC Marathon- Jacob Javitts Center/ Staten island Fort Wadworth

Breakthrough for Brain Tumor- Hudson River Park, Manhattan

To be completed:
Super Ridge Race
Stache Dash

Most or all of these events are charity races in NYC.

Take My Breath Away

the rush

my heart beats hard

As i grasp your head

your waist 

heavy breathing and lip locking

are the sounds derived I cannot find on any playlist 

her hair woven around my fingers

a giggle here and there

giving off the impression we're enjoying each other's company

our knees stressed from kneeling towards each other

my hands drift to your waist hugging your body

teasing your skin as i raise your shirt

your breasts become bare

my tongue circling your nipple as my lips inhale 

your moans become my permission to continue

my hand on the other breast, never to feel ignored

i push you to the bed

our eyes pressing into each other's souls,
Cheap smiles that brings us  to this overpaid encounter

our make out scene is intense, it's dangerous

my hands that once held your head, your waist bringing me closer to mine

are at your thighs

i can feel the route to your most intimate venue i've been there before

i gently remove the fabric off your bottom, as i feel my fingers say hello 

to your skin
lifting one gentle leg up, making room for my hips and my waist and this ass 

Thankful for the feet that brought you to me

knowing what i want, i kiss your inner thigh

biting it to hear you once more

my face is no longer there
No more guessing who I am and why I'm here

my tongue begins at the surface of your clitoris
My hands gripping at your muscles and you stretch for my brown softness

i'm not going anywhere but to bring you to the moon

i continue stroking with my tongue it's so good a feeling

your body can only make tender sounds

i go even lower than before

my hair disguises the actions henceforth 

my mouth comes in contact with your labia majora and labia minora

tongue brushes the inner labia majora and labia minora

pleasuring your vagina

your moans become louder as my motions become more rapid

This is all too euphoric

impossible to describe
Because I took the voice from within 

your hands touching yourself as i touch your breasts

seeking the encouragement of your left and right breasts 

pitch is louder, my moans are silenced by your ambrosia 

my tongue goes to your bottomless labia, sinking deeper and deeper

little shivers travel throughout every cell as you resolve
Like a shooting star, we crossed the space of possibilities. 

*this is how to love a woman <3

The Silence Has Never Made My Heart Beat Harder

I say i love you as much as i can
because i am incapable
How can one express the satisfactions
a person's presence brings to them?
The world feels inadequate because
gifts and trinkets and words cannot
show.
it leaves us speechless
it leaves us feeling less than perfect
filled like a wine bottle
a wine bottle that's aged beautifully
tender to the tongue
as you are to me
and for us to be
can't resist opening and releasing all these emotions.
it's a lovely thing, isn't it though?
I'd like to think it bittersweet