Touching you in a way
That makes you look a way,
And say,
Naughty things, good girls
Like you,
Shouldn't say.
Me touching you in a way,
Making you,
Feel a certain type of way.
Foreplay,
We've been playing all day.
Obey,
Its better that way.
Our touch,
can touch,
the both of us both,
in a selfish way.

You know what I  like; a fight.
Nice touch; and you love to bite.
We love the rush; you struggle
no match for my might.
Your tiny frame, twisted right.
Bending to my will.
Passion and skill,
screaming in pleasure-- you will.
Getting our fill, this little kink--
Heightens your delight.
Your body so petite, **** and tight.
squirmed your way to sweet surrender.
Gripping tight; it's now or never.
My weight pressed you to the bed,
Face down, pillowcase bracing your head.
Your *** up,
looking back at me,
just like I said.
My commands,
So stern -- you wet the bed.

Reaching down, I watched as your lips
Slowly they spread.
“command me!” is what they said.

These feelings too good
Wouldn't leave you.
Even, if I could.
We keep ******* and going.
Which means, it feels good.
Reading these words
Some touching --
I wish you would.
Your words not mind
That's what makes this so good.

I  miss you calling my name, while I'm right there - pulling your hair.
Getting you all hot and tired and messy.
tears in those eyes, as temperatures rise.
Make-up all over my neck, pillows, and flesh.
What started with a peck,
turned to nibbling on your neck,
Then bit your ear,
Pulled you near,
Now you are running out of breathe.
Teasing me,
This is what punish meant.
Dripping wet.
Clothes on the floor,
Bed sheets soaked in wet.
You whispered, "Hurt me!"
Said it so silently,
but so sexually.
Guess
you
were
testing
me.

Your juices run down my finger.
The slim from your kiss linger.
My eager grows;
thirsty for your taste,
sweet embrace,
Go figure.
Your figure,
Controlling the pace
Of your waist
You whining,
Hips grinding,
You are trying
To hasten the pace,
But this ain't a race.

with your fragrance, my ***** fill with eager. awaken, am I.To you;  your essence, my mind lingers. my wood; now timber -- seeks what is yours;tender.

He is the wild one: one of few; forbidden to the duty of wages and plagued with presence of good mind. governed by the laws of responsibility. strongly abide, to time, as does that of passing tide. to the strength of his scripts, morals guide, his ethics incline. the power within he seeks--his depth, miles beyond the measures of mind. alone he walks with faith, in his experience gained through the knowledge of time. his character  unyielding without purpose amongst the many; blind eyes gossip-- within small circles of selfishness. he thrives within the realms of reality-- clarity he seeks, to understanding he is bond.

My rages
Tearing pages
Going Cray
Ripping pages
My flow
Changing phases
Amazes
On stages
Front row
Front pages
Your rapping, verbally attacking
Any Enemy slacking
Riff Raff'em
Taking charge
Like a captain
Ice challenge
Chilling living lavish
Way Above average
About to fix me a samwich
Let us with cabbage
Went H.A.M.
Over some beef
Got bread
Hand some  cheese
Hate spam
Love trees
Cool breeze
In Belize
Blowing Lush Kush
In blush trees
Across seas
They love me
See a tree huggers bush
Land and strip; No leaves
I'm cooler than an oldies, in his ******
Eating Coco puffs watching ice-t
In a wife-tee, drinking iced ice-t.
Spiking spike, while playing Exite Bike on an old PC
Laughing so hard
I *** ***
I wish you
Could see me
On HD with an HD
With At&T;
Getting my P.H.D.
Figure it out
Too late
Quarter past three
Then they
Passed me

Trying to get over you.
Still struggling to move on.
Don't like the path I'm on --
Cause, either way your gone.

Stuck in a prison, in
the shape of a heart.
Its messing with me,
Slowly tearing me apart.
This can't last forever,
Knew that from the start.
I was the first to fall,
You just played your part.
Sands build castles,
Then time, rips them apart.
Its all worth the hassle,
Like any precious piece of art.
Everybody Loves falling in love,
But they forget  the painful part.
Not all is forgotten,
Read the scars of a broken heart.
                                               The reason we do it again,
                                               confuses my soul, then
                                                the proceeds,
                                                 to break my heart. Never
                                                  again, the I cross my Heart.
She crosses my path,
Then it all falls a part.
I play the fool,
While she fiddles my heart.
Wrapped around her fingers,
Trapped from the start. As
Silly as it sounds, it hurt
Being apart. A piece to her
Game, loved playing hearts.
Using darts-- playing my part; Right.
Left a crack in my heart.

Between me and you,
It's gonna be a long night.
Don't care what we do.
As long as we do it right.
Getting high off of you,
Enjoying the flight,
Your views,
Your sights.
Hanging on tight,
Unleashing a different part of you,
I just hope she bites.
Giving you the best of me,
I'm getting deep,
I know you like.
Between me and you,
It's gonna be a long night.
Don't care what we do,
As long as we do it right.
Don't care what you wear,
As long as you wear it tight.
Good afternoon turned to one hell of a night.

Beautiful - is her.
Can't explain, or compare; her beauty.
These words, this world lacks.
For her,
my passion,
Burns fire.
With desire,
My heart attacks.
As our opposites,
will attract.
Just in time
Too react;
Two eyes,
Making contact.
Bright-eyes,
Meet their match
Love at first sight,
I just sigh,
as I imagine that.

When you are here,
Even the air feels better.
Food taste good,
Even in bad weather.
Music makes sense,
Love songs sound better.
Love sharing my drink,
Cause your slime on the straw makes it taste better.

Stuck between no where and forever.
Contemplating the consequences of our endeavor.
Did the time, In my mind,
Now, our hands go on forever.

Stop thinking about thinking about doing it- and just do it.
Then you can think about it; how it got done.

Then do it again.

Trust me,
              it feels better after its all done.

Don't let perception of the Weak-Minded kind get the best of your reality.
With editing, other people's words get twisted and misalign clarity.
Envy hardly reflects the truth- if so, it's a rarity.
Lurking under a cloud called obscurity- often they hide.
These Weak-Minded kind.
Thriving off of the pain of those they casually misguide.
Stirring up emotions then they run off to the side.
Cowards, these Weak-Minded kind.
Watching as two half-truths try to coincide.
Cut and pasted, the truth gets lost in time.
Feelings start to hurt as hateful words collide.
Repeating things never said,
But overheard more than a few times.
Angers flare,
As words fly.
Regrets of all kinds,
slip and slide,
Breaking ties,
damaging pride.
Fine on the outside,
Scared for life,
on the inside.
All because the Weak-Minded kind, rather lie.
It's people like this I despise.
Hidden behind their friendly disguise.
To afraid to show their face; but diss guys.
When you confront them; get no replies.
Just a shocked dumb look in their eyes.
These weak minded people are a waste of time.
They can't make up their mind half of the time.
So they are basically lying, all of the time.
Having a good-time, ruining your good time.
They only way to beat them; don't pay them no mind.
Best way to **** parasites, especially the Weak-Minded kind.

Life.

When you think about it, its pretty simple.

Just live it.

Nothing hard about that, right?

I mean, what's hard about being honest with yourself -- especially when you have a voice inside yourself, constantly reminding you, of who you are.

I wonder how life would be, if we all had that voice set to the same volume. My best friend, a 12 year old, overweight pitbull, named George doesn't hear very well anymore. So he can't hear someone calling his name -- warning him, or reminding him of good and bad.

I guess he has an excuse - what's yours?

I mean, we all have the voice right? It's called a conscious -- I call mine a pain in the ***, but he's always there.

I hear him loud and clear.

Do you?

Escaped you once, still ended up like this.
Gone too far, still trying to make sense of it.
Once full of love,
                       Now,
                              Filled with emptiness.

People change, I guess -- so did this.
Your burning passion-- turns cold abyss.
Broke my heart,
                 Then,
                      Put me on your vacant list.

Even time can't explain why you do things like this.
Loved me once, now its like I don't exist.
Life is full of turns,
                           But,
                             This took a ***** twist.

I would have left love alone,
                                 If I knew,
                                             She was going to hurt me like this.

I see,
Your words speak louder than your actions.
Cause,
Opposites attract, I'm feeling your attractions
Lovely,
Are your eyes, how I miss them.
Beautiful,
Full lips, use to **** and kiss them.
Your,
*** taught me passion.
My,
Body's chemical reaction.
Our,
******, our satisfaction.
*******,
Came, we didn't reach them.
Soul-mates,
Reacted, we didn't teach them.
Pain,
Over time, made us victim.
Memories,
won't leave my system.
Better,
Off with them.
Pleasures,
envision.

I touch your lips,
You touch back.
Brush your hips,
You brush back.
Missing your lips,
The way they kiss back.
Grinding our hips,
The way they grind back.
Ladies come first,
I second that.
First impressions last forever,
                                        And I wouldn't take a second back.

Your sweet pleasures,
                     Go unsustain.
                                        That ugly stain,
                                        you call your name,
                                        will always remain.
                                        A reminder of pain.
                                        Your absence I disdain.

Given on purpose,
                    their  first mistake.
                                         Lost to forever,
                                                        ­           a path we all take.

That taste, he will always taste.
His memory misses, what can't be replaced.
Her look, that smile on here face.
Those precious kisses, and how they were placed.

Sometimes people do things that you have no control over, the problem is that, those actions impact you.

The only thing you can do; not let it take control of your emotions.

Life is a compilation of moments, crammed full of events, based on actions, that stimulate emotions that create our memories. Cherish that process, don't let other ambush your emotions and ruin an opportunity to appreciate your life.

By trying to achieve, what others perceive, or make believe, is impossible; you will only exceed expectations.

Stop thinking about the lost, forget the cost.
move on, don't even count the lost.
spoken like a Boss, from a Boss.
The power of will, and strength of the mind,
heals everything over time; don't exhaust?
All is, as it should be.
Perfection is only as a could be.
Four shadowing what it would be.
Calling big shoots,
cornering pockets,
until the ball drops.
blowing up spots,
like Small Pox.

The unfortunate suffer at the hands of the strong, given responsibilities to whom it didn't belong. Mortals who longs for materialistic things, morals are wrong. Ethics, long been gone. Deception, masks their urges to carry on. Belief in self, means being strong, and growth from moving on. The present is already gone, so the future is upon - so let foresight, overshadow the feeling to belong. See the difference in being right, and doing wrong. A rich man, may be as poor as he is strong- so find where you belong, and get it on, so your thought can life long after you are gone, for generations to build on.

Roses are red
And violets are blue.
So it what they say is true,
Then beautiful was named after you.
And loving you is exactly what I will do.
Without you - stuck here missing you, is all that I do.
You said you love me, well I love you; multiplied by Two.

So sick of letting things slide. So I crawl inside and find somewhere safe to hide. This is a-fear of a different kind. Where following that voice inside, meets weakness, and they collide.
Keep questioning my own destiny as I take strides, my damage; pride. These Hunger Games, I barely survived, barely feeling alive, nearly flat lined - then I, caught on fast now I to enjoy the ride - even though they fight my drive, my second wind, kept my hopes alive.
Give thanks to mankind, all hope is lost; in man kind. It's only a matter of time before the Heroes are confined, then is an eye for an eye, now the blind leading the blind. Getting no where over time, the prophets will make there prophets minus time. Profits inclines while more-real declines, ahead of or class, bunches of assed, falling further behind. The natural Law of nature, will settle the score; over-time.
No See, No Speak, Nor hear no known evil, and you will be fine. But seek, and you will find- a madness of another kind. It’s only a matter of time, but if doesn’t matter, if you pay it no mind – to defeat one persons, oneself, you must find.  It’s a different frame of mind, now try and picture my frame of mind; the events the frames mind are real in real time. But since they never happened to you, you cannot process them in real time, so now you have to play the feel, until you have felt it in real time. If it happened to me, that means it could happen to you at anytime.

Stop chasing
Change the pace and,
Something inside will awaken.
Being real is much harder than faken.
You will find when you wake,
All of your thought wasn't fake.
Dreams are what you make them
After all, its you that create them.
So some rules you gotta break'em,
Chances, you either steal or take'em,
Life is yours for the taken, forward moves, gotta make them.
Find your own groove,
Keep things smooth.
Go after what you pursue.
It's up to you, to do what you do.

just because a rattlesnake changes his skin; it doesnt make him anyless a rattlesnake.

Hazelnut colored eyes,
dark  liquorish hair,
bright red cherry lips,
cinnamon brown freckles,
sprinkled over your,
smooth caramel complexion,
spilling into your tightly woven
deliciously lovely  frame.

Living happily ever after, comes after you decide to live happily.

Life isn't always easy - if it was, then it wouldn't be called life.

Darkness is a part of light, without one, the other cannot exist. The challenge is, not letting it consume you. As with stress, its a part of life. Don't let a moment in time consume you - life is too short.

Imagine what life would be if people would love me enough to let me be me, instead of loving me for what they want me to be. Imagine.

The purpose of love is to serve another person,
but, the nature of love is to serve itself.
The difference between nature and purpose,
resonates in the form of pain.
Harmony of the two equal happiness.
Without the other; one cannot exist,
Once established; immune to destruction.

We turn,
our lips close,
eyes closed,
Mind taken a way.
Touching lips,
touched my soul,
still touching me,
in the right way.
Careful what you wish for: open your eyes and its taken away.

Women, understand the power of words better than any other being.
So, use your words carefully, because they say more than you even know.

From what I can see,
          Your lips,
                  hold the key;
                          to unlocking me.

Dudes talking about 9's and 45's that don't even exist
I'm beat'em with 2 hands and 6 kicks.
Always an out-fit, now matter what I wore.
Threw the sheep's clothing on the floor.
Because of my style, live my life in exile.
Cause being normal, isn't normal anymore.
Went from being the ****, to the top of the pile.
Others may not live by rules, I'm a King, so that's my style.
these Jokers around a bunch of fools,
But, sometimes you need a Royal flush, these Jokers rule.
Or they start playing Aces for fools, making their own rules.
They don't understand, the role of a king,
in paradise, just doing their thing,
not bold enough to step in the ring,
sitting in their chair - men, trying to
rule a king.

A dead man can't carry his weight
I'm what matters. Its too late,
for the mistake, they are about to make.
Without my pointers, things don't calculate.
Me and my life sentence are like a columbine
when we combine, with the thoughts of my mind.
My headlines; greatest of all time.
until I manifest, I'm the best,
the futures written, the only way I lying
down the words, even when I die.

My
Fingers,
dipped in,
your fountain
of youth.

**Then I licked all five.

Comfortable doesn't get results, hard work does: It applies to anything in life.

You are like an impossible math problem, with multiple answers, and none of them make any sense. But its you, so it works.

Seems like quitting Hello Poetry is the mature version of running away from home. Thing is, by now, we all know you are doing it for attention, so see you when you come back to your senses.