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babe sweet makes a hasty get away
in her 57 Chevy
after robbing the bank
of its pen and pencil sets
someday she's gonna be a writer
and she don't want to run outa ink
not while the words can run like
fine wine from her stumbling fingertips
her drunkard style staggers through the clean vision
with a brush stroke that wanders between the lines
and sometimes wanders out of em
and straight to the borders of insanity
she pauses and thinks to her left behind lover
that the last ship of my life
may indeed have sailed but your not among my regrets
and that's enough for her
so she commits her pilfering of the salesclerk's pocket
and flees with relief pasted falsely on her face
babe sweet drives fast fast to the southern town
and picks up a smile she saw standing by the
side of the dirt road
but little did she realize that
some dirt don't wash off
and her new comfy smile had baggage
of his own in the form of a colt revolver
with a few spent shells
spilling outa his pocket
so they run into the night trying to escape their
separate desperate pasts
she looked at him with a lonely yearning
but he openly saw only that he wanted to get straight
with god and his mamma
if he could only work up the courage to abandon
this trail of tears
they both collapsed into a small  hotel
down in floridas treasure coast
and spent days waiting and watching the evening news
for sings that the world had even noticed them
they are there still
babe sweet and her regretful smile
look to everybody like mona lisa recovering from a ******
someday he will get the courage to get right
someday she will go home to her bed and breakfast
but for now they gather suntans and scrape a living
out of cast off bottle caps
happy enough together and sometimes that's enough
i can not believe in a life without you.
it goes against my whole religion,
which says that above all is love
and that nature holds all secrets of the universe
-so that when every star above my head
somehow matches the gleams of your eyes,
or the curve of your lips remind me
of the oceans ever-stirring waves.
or when the wind that catches my hair
does so to the rhythm of your rising,
falling chest with every breath-
i will not take for granted
the small and subtle ways that i can find you
in the world's most simple, natural places.
this is not a love that was made,
but rather found,
as the diamond is uprooted from her earth.
you are the most precious stone
i'll ever get to hold.
 Oct 2013 lilah raethe
Anna
I can't believe I let you ruin me*
My skin is raw from remembering
The way you captured me
With every sip, hit, drag,
****.
I love the way, I love the way you work it...baby drop it slow, the vibe is so perfect,
Her body proves to be worth it...skin butter cream...she enhances every fantasy, a real life *** dream…she's arches her back, then pushes back, slow it down girl, just like that...**** Im gettin weak...toes curling on my feet, she moves to the rhythm, thrusting to the bass of the beat.
Kisses to my chest, all the way up onto my neck...her nails diggin in, I'm holdin the back of her neck...(tap,tap,tap) she screaming "oh god!" Her pleasures she might confess..like "your love is the best" "babe! Hold on...I can't catch my breath"
Swimming all in her ocean,
The scenery turns wet,
I just realized I can't remember her name...guess for now ill call her regret, or maybe first date ***? Or maybe one night stand?
9months later ill call her karma, when I hold a child in my hand...
Stories of ****** encounters
Keep the mind, blind and not let it think it through...I was infatuated with her she was lusting for me too, things can get so crazy out body temps rising got me confused...was this all a mistake? Or something I was supposed to do?
I snap outta my daydream, I got caught into a stare...
She's still on top of me, should I tell her that I'm almost there?
My body feel like novacane, her pink matter offered a exchange...for my solider to cross the land...in which this new land he will claim...my nightmare is formulating from this sensation she's creating
I only wanted just one night...she treated it like we were mating..
Decisions are weighing, all on my brain
I know 15 minutes of pleasure, just made a lifetime change
We finished, she put her arms around me and then slowly whispered, "my name is the one to blame" she closed my eyes and made me kiss her.
-Dougie simps
RnB is my real love, seductive writing is my passion.
I'm sitting down playing the piano,
You walk in,
I felt your beautiful aura
From deep within
We are two distant strangers
So the idea of love is still a danger
Because we’ve opened our hearts up to False infatuated strangers.
You spoke to me, with a voice so heavenly
I knew a angel was sent to me
I could write you a book
I could make you a song
I could kiss your infectious lips
Until the pain is all gone
I could see all your wrongs
But its okay because we all make mistakes
I know we just met but you make my mind BEILEVE in the art of faith
Can you paint me a picture?
Of my love and your heart in the mixture
I see so much opportunity, I see...a whole life witcha
I apologize if I come off strong
I haven't felt this way in so long
You just bring out the best in me, she could be my “Greatest Love Song.”
..forever
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