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 May 2015 Belle Victoria
Xyns
Why the **** should I be sober?

All you've ever done is **** me over!

I'll drink, I'll smoke.

I'll do ******* till I go broke!

Cuz when I needed you, you weren't there.

But it's whatever, I don't care.
Tonight you are all mine
just lay there relax and unwind,
Have a glass of your favorite wine let your mind flow free.

Tonight be my lover,
The lover not like any other,
Just for this night be my  lover.

Soft lips kissing your hips,
You feel my finger tips caress your chest,
Your heart beating crazy as you feel my body heat against you
I know you're ready for me as I  undo my belt.
You felt my excitement pressing against you


Just before I start I'm gonna pet your kitty cat,
Stroking her and play with her,
Tasting your cherry,
Eating that berry and telling you how much I like it.

Touching you everywhere,
Kissing  all over you body,
Giving you what you been craving and I think I  know what it is.
The blissing feeling of being inside you
moving you in every position,
Giving into your body.
While gripping onto you  tightly.


You tell me give you  all that I  got,
You want  every last drop inside you.
Go round one, two, three, four begging for more.


Don't stop you say just keep it right there.
Pulling your hair as I smack you hips  like that.
You say attack it, abuse it, you know I love it.
Give it up to me.
Push it all in, I can take it.


I'm burning,
Your burning,
Oh we're  burning and yearning together
We keep on going, satisfy each other
Keeping up the pace till I'm  about ready to come to my end.
I send chills throughout your body while heating it up.
This is what we both been waiting for
Decency is very  immaculate.
Yet these women lack it.
Showing so much skin that the men can probably taste it.
These men  insinuate women into *** objects.
But pushing them
to become a despised icon.
Now a days reputation seems to be the stereo type.
Males are pigs waiting to be slaughtered.
Girls will rant consistently about how they use and manipulate them.
Yet you live up to being a back porch baby,
as well show off those curves anonymously for lustful eyes.
False alarms wont save them. Cause they burn their own bridges.
Yet others wear  their pride
and keep what most are not aware of, which is class.
Women who stay loyal to the core and Share their soul with nothing but a Heart full of
ravishing intentions are indeed very rare.
Beauty that would petrify you were you are standing.
A delightful dream
that you're scared you will wake up and suffer society's standards of a female.
The lesson of this is nice guys finish last.
My amazing charm and mentality of a gentlemen is ignorantly ignored.
Nothing but remorse can be felt with this situation with them.
Sorry that they will never feel the vibrations
of the overrated word named "love".
Things that would make Hester Prynne disgusted.
But in all words,
my sail with no compass will not be over.
The storms might get heavy periodically, but then the waves will sail properly in my favor.
My search will be fulfilled
So on this long sail I'll never acknowledge these indescent
sirens.
So when they pass  "X" will mark the spot.
 May 2015 Belle Victoria
Urmila
Maybe I remind you, of the love you once had
Maybe I remind you, how vulnerable you once were,
Maybe I remind you, of things you forgot you could feel,
Maybe I remind you, of a wound you thought had healed,
Maybe I remind you, of the pain you ignore,
Maybe I remind you, of the insanity you escape,
Maybe I remind you,
Maybe I remind you, of everything you want to forget,
Maybe I remind you, of an old regret,
Maybe I remind you,
You are human
i could delete your pictures,
i could block you.
i could sit and write a million "i hate you's",
but it doesn't change how i feel about you.

i could delete your number,
i could force my your name down my throat whenever i feel it coming up,
and if it does come up i could puke on it
and flush it like a bad memory.
will this change how i feel?
no.

i could find every song that speaks about the hatred of a love that has gone wrong,
and belt it out at the top of my lungs.
i could burn every poem i ever wrote about you,
and swear to never write another one.
but not even this would change the way i feel about you.

you can check me a thousand years later
and you'll see that my love for you will never run dry.
(h.s)
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