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 Oct 2016 Mr Ribeiro
A M R
Waiting
 Oct 2016 Mr Ribeiro
A M R
My love
When shall you come along?
When will fate allow me to cross your path?
I'm too young still I suppose
But I'm becoming impatient,
Where are you?

Every love song I sing is for you,
Every fantasy is one of you,
Every romance I watch is in preparation for you,

Will you come to me when I'm old and gray?
Or are you just around the corner? Ready to catch me off guard...

Every time I look up at the stars I hope someday I'll stare at them with you,
Every show and movie I love, I someday want to watch with you
Every time I discover something new about myself I want to tell it to you,

But you're not here quite yet,
Just know,
I'm waiting here for you.
 Oct 2016 Mr Ribeiro
A M R
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 Oct 2016 Mr Ribeiro
A M R
Lay down on the ground
Every once in a while
And remember
That you are not above the rest of
The World
This little pink ball looks so tiny and innocent hidden behind a flap of skin.
I am its master.
You are at my mercy once I take hold of it.

I will tease you for hours and then finally see it.
A little pink ball glistening with your ***** excitement.
Even not a touch, but just circling around it,
playing with the skin that covers it slightly.

I can push down a little and make you lose control.
I can rub it and watch your muscles tense and spasm.
You buck and groan wanting more.
The little pink ball ***** as it will go.

I twist it between my fingers
as your legs twitch and sweat.
As I stop right before you hit ******,
edging you,
teasing you all night long.

I will leave your beautiful red lips,
and put mine to your little pink ball.
Slowing licking it,
as you once again convulse uncontrollably
from the sensation of my tongue.

It becomes too much and you
***
***
***

You lay their exhausted,
sweat dripping from your forehead.
with that goofy satisfied smile on your face,
like nothing else in the world matters.

I watch you and admire my handiwork.
I finally speak,

“My turn”
 Oct 2016 Mr Ribeiro
Yasmine
cycles
 Oct 2016 Mr Ribeiro
Yasmine
when the bird is living,
the bird eats the worm

when the bird is dead,
the worm eats the bird
 Oct 2016 Mr Ribeiro
Yasmine
I want to sink
feel the water
like a new winter blanket
feel the sunshine peek through waves
like a sneaky bandit
feel my feet go numb
like they refuse to walk again
feel my thoughts drift away
like I’m in a state of zen
feel my hands tingle slightly
like I’ve just told a lie
feel my lungs pound against my chest
like they’re drums trapped inside
feel weight over my head
like it’s being strangled by a crown
I want to sink
**but I refuse to drown
 Oct 2016 Mr Ribeiro
Yasmine
I was high on flowers
But ready to inhale winter
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