the crave for human contact with one being
the hunger to hold them in your arms at one am, inhaling their very being
the desire to be noticed by them, at any means necessary
the infatuation with an idea of someone, no matter how far fetched your brain makes that someone out to be

is miniscule compared to how much i want you.

Insatiable (Adult Piece)


Drop to my knees.
My mouth in need of feeding.
At first tenderly.
Softly.
I lick you with tongue of soft lace.
Trembling feelings.
Sparkling in the morning sunlight!
My mouth is warm, with newly consumed coffee from my all consuming loving cup!
The coffee enhances your rapture.
My chasm of joy.
Wraps you in the throes of heaven's ecstasy!
You cry kinda discreetly.
You want no one to hear me giving you pleasure.
I ****, my tongue deeply inserted!
Luscious lips impetuous trying hard to satisfy!
You need what I need, to feel vibrant.
Alive once more.
The sun hits the sky.
Your body ablaze .
You hold on till the last second, before explosion from the life giving lava erupts.
I swallow, you rest.
Relieved at last!
Copyright Livvi Kent 28/03/2013
By ladylivvi1

LE/DC

There's a lady we all know,
her ****, she loves to show.
She's buying the highway to heaven,
she only has a money account of seven.
Living hard, living tough,
loves *** that is rough.
Ain't nowhere she'd rather be,
she's living to be set free.
There's a note on the wall,
it's for her name to call.
In a bush by the swamp,
that's where she loves to romp.
She has no rhyme or reasons,
cause you know words have four meanings.
She's now on the stairway to hell,
she didn't fall, she fell.
No red lights, no school zone,
just a giant hole surrounded by stone.
A weird feeling she gets,
when she looks to the south,
no longer can she use her juicy mouth.
Ooh, it makes her wonder,
ooh, it makes her really ponder.
Nothing will slow her down,
her ******* have turned brown.
The devil's calling her to join him,
she starts singing her favorite hymn.
She could't afford the highway to heaven,
she barely had enough for a Slurpie from 7-11.
And as she zooms down the stairway road,
slow motion she wishes was her mode.
She's on the stairway to hell,
her soul she had to sell.
She's on the stairway to hell,
no stopping at that famous California hotel.

Why can't I be weak?
Why is it that I can't be selfish?
I'm the one who has to pick up all the pieces.
I'm the one who puts everyone back together.
But who's gonna put me back together?
If I'm supergirl, who's gonna save me?
What am I getting in return?
Who's gonna do something for me?
Because I do this time after time.
And when I wake up I have nothing.
And I am alone.
And I am in shambles.
Sometimes I want to be weak.
Sometimes I need to be broken.
And I want that to be good enough.
I want me to be good enough.
All of me.