He gently strokes my cheek
with an intent fingertip
all the way down and across
until He reaches my dry lips
On my knees
I await His command
slowly take off your clothes
and sit on the table before me
spread your legs wide
I want to see your need
I position myself
on the table
open my legs
focus on His gaze
He moves forward
presses His hands on my thighs
to open me further
to see how I shimmer
Curves ache for His touch
with a ferocity that rushes
through each of my nipples
empowering my stomach to burn
His fingers slide
into the glimmer
The room grows smaller
His fingers thrust
with the soft
does not return
A symphony crashes
in singing ears
I want to release...
Spaced out words
fail to leave my mouth
the symphony plays on
I am His
Only when I say this to Him
am I allowed to surrender
to the sweet crescendo
piercing my soul
As I shiver
legs still open
He leans back in the chair
smiles with affection
takes both fingers
raises them to His seeking lips
and savours our taste
the energy of both entwined
in honeysuckled embrace
I am His
I am a blissful glow
from the magic
only He knows
how to bestow
Long lost time stretches blacked out questions and
in the place where it should have been
A triple threat of time, continuation, and displaced memories
Slapped back into the
I know it's a sin but I fucking love it
Push it, shove it down, choke on the smoke and the fumes of the ancient
Wisdom is the loss of purity
Blended back into the swirling twirling Universes, such perverse pleasure in the pain of it all
I love to fall
The wind in your face, blend it with a trace of sweat and blood as it all
I love the taste
Blasphemous and decadent, giving in and giving out to suck it all back in again
RISE and FALL
I grin a bladed smile all the while, never minding the cries
Such pleasure as it dies
All taint of purity reviled
Desecrate the sacred, mutilate this inviolate aspect of creation
Only a seed of destruction contained within the potential
I see and I lust and I take and I kill
Not a drop of precious life spilled
The laws remain, rise and fall, rise and fall,
I saw it all and then I sought a call of FLAW
For in the impurity lies perfection
An insecure dissection speaks the truth
As I now lie and speak to thee uncouth
I regret the best was yet to be
Blinded stumbling through Infinity
....just let it be.
Cant you see~
I'm in love with thee~
Being with u is how its suppose to be!!!
There is no other on this earth I'd enjoy more~
I will be your very best friend~
and when alone at night~
your submissive whore.
Please give it a chance~
To enjoy our lives full of blissful love and romance.
If you do I'd be forever true~
and waited my entire life just to find you.
For an extra dollar
she wears the dog collar
lets him take the lead
she has kids to feed
The father’s her pimp
beats her to a pulp
got her addicted to crack
made sure she’d never go back
She’s no choice but to be submissive
everything makes him aggressive
her clients wants a golden shower
over his face she cowers
I pity her life of vice
she’ll tell you she’s no choice
what chance of her kids got
in a vicious circle already caught
I've been in a love a time or another, I have sisters & brothers, a father & a mother.
I've called disguised enemies bestfriends & believed they cared for me.
I've been in every situation regarding the complexities of a human relationship, & its dreadful rollercoaster of emotional intoxications.
I've had my highs & I've gotten beat down by the blows life rained on me.
I've let disappointments & betrayals plague me & depress me.
I've kept a closed mouth through the majority of my mistreatments, passive & submissive to all the things that have marred me.
I have my own testimonial story, & I'm strong enough today to keep it from destroying me.
The me I am today, can say " I understand the difference between speaking up to save my soul, & keeping quit to keep the pain inside.
The difference in walking away for the better & clinging to the wishful hope that it will get better.
The strength to keep quiet when necessary & speak loud & proudly for in the things I believe. "
In ever intricate situation I have risen.
My strength, not to be mistaken or underestimated.
I am a savior, & I will continue to do so.
No soul on earth would like to see me happy, in the way the soul I harbour inside myself does.
My trials & tribulations, are the best part of me.
Keep me or leave, I will always be me.
Oh the joys of being positive
After enduring all your negative
The drama you created was stressful
Should've been an actor you'd be successful
Time for me to give you an earful
Because I'm no longer tearful
My enjoyment will be to watch you fail
Your new love now has a dominant male
No one's opinion is ever correct
You drive you're own point in every argument
If she is submissive you'll both get along
You overpower women that tend to be strong
You've moved her out and you moved her in
I see that you're starting all over again
It's hard to watch from across the street
To watch you start failing is a real treat
Your endless routine has become so clear
Destroyer of hearts has become your career
Dedicated to Max, Pid, Si, Gavin & Charlie; and all those other poor souls who failed to survive the transition back into reality.
Adrift in the country, a beautiful school,
With beautiful grounds in the heartland of Surrey,
For beautiful children, Whose parents were cool,
But needed to dump problem kids in a hurry.
I guess I should mention, the name of it: Frensham,
Where awkward behavior got barely a mention,
A melange of intent, though hardly intentional,
The results were spectacularly multidimensional!
Progressive, neglectful, forgetful, permissive,
Derisive, submissive, decisive, dismissive,
And verging on decadent - totally sensational!
A privileged playground, for millionaire’s progeny,
But marred by the sixties permissive misogyny,
A rock ’n’ roll childhood of continuous merriment,
The whole school was one giant social experiment.
My school-mates were dopers, last chance and no-hopers,
Cut-off by the walls of our wonderful prison,
The doors of perception, were there for inspection;
To my recollection, to avoid peer derision,
When we got back on Sunday, we’d take all the pills,
All our stashes and wraps, till the final collapse,
As we pitted our wills, half-asleep and still yawning,
To stagger all tremble-y, to morning assembly,
Then bunk off at lunchtime, no concept of crunch-time,
We’d sleep in until twilight,
Then back out of the sky-light.
We’d all skip our classes, to go bump our asses,
And nobody stopped us, ‘cause nobody cared,
A smoke to relax us, ‘Strange Days’ or ‘Abraxas’,
The hours just fly when your brains that impaired!
And I sure learnt a lot, I was quite the bright spark,
As I learnt how to roll perfect joints in the dark,
How to unclip a bra strap with only one hand free,
The best ways to get to the best girls dormitory.
Though some of our teachers, were admirable creatures,
Others were monsters, corrupt to the core,
And I don’t just mean losers, but serial abusers,
The sort that these days would get ten years or more.
But the terms were such fun, they were one long vacation,
From the first time I boarded at Waterloo Station,
To the day when the headmaster pulled me aside,
And informed me I’d come to the end of my ride.
I was so ill-equipped, for a life outside Frensham,
For I’d lived in a playground, a virtual extension
Of fantasies usually denied teen-age boys,
Food on the table, hot and cold running toys,
No sense of proportion, no incentive to learn,
No example to follow, just more bridges to burn.
It had been one long blast, like a trip into space,
Why on earth did my mum send me off to that place?
Was she too busy having, a life of her own?
Was I far too much trouble to be welcome at home?
And of course I kept secret the things that occurred,
When she asked, was I happy, I said not a word.
And now I’m a parent, with children to care for,
I have even less insight on what I was there for:
I suppose to stand witness, so the truth could be told,
I had to survive, to come in from the cold,
To say life's more complex,
Than dope, booze, and raw sex,
And it’s best to grow up,
Well before you grow old.
I used to be a daddy's girl.
And maybe I still am.
Maybe that's why I work so hard to earn his approval.
Maybe if I were a boy.
Maybe if I were more submissive.
Maybe if I didn't exist.
Maybe then he'd love me.
He won't stop yelling.
Not until I'm in tears.
And I am.
I’m not submissive
forever just while it suits
I assume you know
[Intro: Jhene Aiko]
Been a minute since we kicked it, you've been caught up
With them bitches, I don't get it, you're a star love
You shouldn't have to deal with that
I'd never make you feel like that
[Hook: Jhene Aiko]
I love me, I love me enough for the both of us
That's why you trust me, I know you been through more than most of us
So what are you? What are you, what are you so afraid of?
Darling you, you give but you cannot take love
[Verse 1: Drake]
I needed to hear that shit, I hate when you're submissive
Passive aggressive when we're textin', I feel the distance
I look around the peers that surround me, these niggas trippin'
I like when money makes a difference but don't make you different
Started realizin' a couple places I could take it
I want to get back to when I was that kid in the basement
I want to take it deeper than money, pussy, vacation
And influence a generation that's lackin' in patience
I've been dealing with my dad, speakin' of lack of patience
Just me and my old man gettin' back to basics
We've been talkin' 'bout the future and time that we wasted
When he put that bottle down, girl that nigga's amazin'
Well, fuck it, we had a couple Coronas
We might have rolled a white paper, just somethin' to hold us
We even talked about you and our couple of moments
He said we should hash it out like a couple of grown ups
You a flower child, beautiful child, I'm in your zone
Lookin' like you came from the 70's on your own
My mother is 66 and her favorite line to hit me with is
Who the fuck wants to be 70 and alone?
You don't even know what you want from love anymore
I search for somethin' I'm missing and disappear when I'm bored
But girl, what qualities was I lookin' for before?
Who you settlin' for? Who better for you than the boy, huh?
[Verse 2: Drake]
Thinkin' 'bout Texas, back when Porscha used to work at Treasures
Or further back than that, before I had the Houston leverage
When I got Summer a Michael Kors with my momma's debit
A weak attempt at flexin', I'll never forget it
Cause that night I played her three songs
Then we got to talkin' 'bout something we disagreed on
Then she start tellin' me how I'll never be as big as Trey Songz
Boy was she wrong, that was just negative energy for me to feed off
Now it's therapeutic blowin' money in the Galleria
Or Beverly Center Macy's where I discovered Bria
Landmarks of the muses that inspired the music
When I could tell it was sincere without tryin' to prove it
The one that I needed was Courtney from Hooters on Peachtree
I've always been feelin' like she was the piece to complete me
Now she engaged to be married, what's the rush on commitment?
Know we were goin' through some shit, name a couple that isn’t
Remember our talk in the parking lot at the Ritz
Girl I felt like we had it all planned out, I guess I fucked up the vision
Learnin' the true consequences of my selfish decisions
When you find out how I’m livin' I just hope I’m forgiven
It seem like you don’t want this love anymore
I’m actin' out in the open, it’s hard for you to ignore
But girl, what qualities was I lookin' for before?
Who you settlin' for, who better for you than the boy, huh?
"Been Baka aka Not Nice from time, G. Been a East Side ting. Scarborough ting from time, G, been have up di ting dem from time, G. So I don't know what's wrong with these little wasteman out here eh? Y'all need to know yourself."