Jason White
Bio
Jason White is a father, a grandfather, knowledge seeker and sharer. Jason is the owner of Growth Positive Consulting where he puts his fundraising and management skills to great use. He is a writer, a woodworker, and a philanthropist.
Stories (59/0)
This Broken Record
When I think of all the things we could have been. All the things we could have seen. Everything I didn't want to be. And all the shit I've become. I look at the scars I got. The ones that stare back at me. Those that don't. I spend hours cursing the skies. Bludgeoning my fists against the ground. I'm like a sailor with no seas to navigate. Now I ain't got shit left. Not even the skills that made me who I once was. Just a shell of a human who had once been. Addicted to a life that could've been. Maybe shouldn't be. Just ask the empty bottles all over my floor. The fire in the hearth cold just like my soul. Full of ashes, proof that happiness lived here before. Don't ask me what I want. I just can't cope with pretending no more. I'm about to take the needle off this record. It's broken and I don't wanna listen to this song anymore.
By Jason White3 years ago in Poets
Give Yourself to Me
Sexy dancer. Let me change your life. With just one kiss. Let me touch you right. From your feet to your lips. Let me experience everything you are, everything you were meant to be. Sexy dancer, take me in. I want to drink you up. Get high off your silky skin. Your captivating eyes. Your honey voice. I want to fly with your soul, free as a bird. I want to soar higher with you. Higher than I've ever been. Angelic dancer. Move your body over here. Slide your way into my bed. You move so effortlessly, the way a butterfly dances in the wind. Angelic dancer. Let your curves speak to me. Satisfy my enchanted heart. Just one night. Give yourself to me.
By Jason White3 years ago in Poets
It Started with a Simple Kiss
Thick thighs and pretty eyes, I just love the way she smiles at me. A little shy, a little wild. The kind that could devour your soul and you'd never expect a thing. She's got silky skin, so soft and supple. I'm in heaven when we snuggle. I get lost in her as she gets lost in a book. As she sits in her chair daydreaming of places unseen, I place my hand on her knees and slowly part her legs. Then with a flick of my tongue, I bring her naughty dreams to life as if her innocence quickly undone. As she nears the peak of ecstasy, she pulls me in, deep, deeper. I can barely breathe but I just can't stop. I enjoy watching her demons dance as passion flows. And it started with a simple kiss.
By Jason White3 years ago in Poets
Born of Stardust
You were born of stardust. The knowledge of a million planets, billions of souls. Given the strength of a thousand legions. A soldier of love. You were born of stardust. Given a purpose in this world. The heart of a lioness, none can compare to you. Now close your eyes. Let your hair flow in the wind. Feel everything you're meant to be, flowing through your veins. You were born of stardust. A knowledge keeper. A life bringer. A woman in a sick world. Here to spread kindness and love. To break the shackles drowning us all. You were born of stardust with more than enough to pass along. You are loved. As a woman. As a warrior. As a lover. As a sister. As a mom. Nobody can take these things away. You were born of stardust so long ago.
By Jason White3 years ago in Poets