You can tell by the way these words are places; that I'm an ace.
        Leave your tongue tied; like lace
        A quick flick; sets the pace.
        Hit the tip, lose your place.
         Shy girl; blushing; sweet taste.
        Look on your face; amazing grace.
        Controlling the pace; you *** and I replace.
        After all; this ain't a race; Just my point in case.

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.

I was end up feeling
wrapped up in your feelings
to the point
I stop breathing
The feeling so intense
I get tense reliving.

Sometimes people hurt you;
They don’t mean to,
They don’t intend to,
They just do.

your love is worth more
than my heart can afford.

Pain and love.
        Neither one can exist without the other.

I feel your pain;
   the same weighed,
   heavily on  my heart.
   even though you are bitter,
   life will get better.
  its the nature of mother nature -
  time heals everything,
  so let it run its course.

Okay, so I have these recurring nightmares. One is about bullfighting, a six headed fire breathing dragon, and one about clowns eating my toes. And, dude, clowns ****!

People act they know the
Anomalies of the heart;
Incapable of understanding the,
Numb to to all reason.

Ironic as it is,
Subsequent is true.

Love is blind.
Observations of the heart,
Void the truth of all matters,
Evading all reason.

Breaking my heart,
One hundred eighty degrees.
Pain is a love,
That spreads disease.
All these people,
With all their needs.
Their only way to love,
Is what fits their needs,
It has nothing to do with you, or me.
Alone in their hell, why I'm a your invitee?
Intentions is to invite you too;
Weight and sea; it will be the death of me.
I guess I pain you, is the new I love you.
So it’s hard not to confuse the two.
Especially when their is no limit too,
what they won’t do; the complete
Opposite of what they expect from you.
Love is a pain; we all go through;
Some of us actually get through,
Some of us just pretend we do,
Some of us actually do,
While some of us don't even have a clue.
Sometimes, it’s too good to be true
Most of the time, it has nothing to do with me or you.
Other times, you wish it didn’t involve you.

Sweet dreams are made of thieves;
Lairs that love you; but don’t know what truth means.
They just show up, act the part, steal your heart and leave
Some say they love you, but their actions make you grieve.
Say they love you, but the scars disagree,
Wear my broken heart on my sleeve,
wasn’t put there by me.
Love yourself way more than you love me,
Believe half of what I see, and all I feel, believe me.
You keep breaking my heart and blaming me, evidently,
Such clever ways to use my words against me.
These are the things lovers do,
Some of you don’t even know,
Some of you only wish you knew.
Pain is love, a pain you wish you never knew.
Where a darkness grows, and consumes you.
Your weakness grows, and over powers you,
Before you know,
How another person feels,
Empowers you,
Before you know,
Their hidden power devours you.
And off you go, seeking their love blinds you
And their love is the only thing that guides you

My body,
framed my heart,
now my soul linger,
hopelessly.

I see people with there minds closed feelings exposed
eyes wide shut, with open toes
they're too enclosed
in a mindstate - reality overthrown
By throwns of the egos
Egoes guiding the thrown.
war amongst foes killing innocent souls like wild fowls.
We keep judging books by their covers, so when the truth unfolds, it's a different story. True nature uncovers has halos hover over two stories. The sins of our father's, and we blame our motherland for land us in unforsaken. Thanks to mother we all will sink in the sand that we played our hand. Instead of learning for our mistakes, we take the word of another man. Wisdom is something I will never understand, as long as I got the upper hand.

Bad time are coming but;
        we act like we don't know
                     its been a long time coming;
                     we've been down this road.
                                               we know how the Story ends,
                                                           ­               history's been told.

We set off on the right path,
                  end up chasing gold.
                  by the time it loses its glitters,
                                               we are way too old.

Life is as bitter as the blistering cold,
                  it will break your heart,
                  just so it can throw out the mold,
                                                  and sell your soul.

I see your stress
your face wears it like a dress
your worries you can't address
trying to fight life, and survive the rest
asking god all the right answers to his test
nothing working out,
everything else is a mess.
lighting up another ****,
to get the stress off your chest.
Nothing is ever perfect,
not matter now hard your try.
The harder you work,
the closer you are to getting by.
Impossible to get ahead,
and you don't know why.
Getting closer to the edge,
Thank god, your passion will never die.

Her passion is heat;
       With flames that scorch fire,
       Burning flesh,
       While enticing desire.
       She will blow your mind,
        and light your fire,
        In the same wind.

Difficult roads; lead to beautiful things.

I want to feed your fire,
by touching your flames,
and scorch you with my passion,
then smoother you like rain.
Lure you into my world,
until you can't refrain,
touching your body in ways,
it drives your mind insane.

I gripped her hips, matching her rhythm, feeling her tightness envelop me. It was pure ecstasy. Every ******, every movement, sent waves of pleasure through me. I watched her, mesmerized by the way her body moved, the way her ******* bounced with each ******, the way her face contorted in pleasure.

Between food and ***, it's difficult to decide which of these pleasures we enjoy most. Washed my hands, I'm a good host. Besides, eating with my hands is the part i enjoy most. The flavors spilling over, dripping, running down my wrist. The potency and aroma, only one thing smells, and taste, like this. Your lips; soft, fleshy, texture, the juices running down my lip - Drip, drip. The taste, I'll ****, lick, bite or sip;the clear liquid so thick, your mainstream, runs quick. Concave crevasses, my fingers still fit. The colors of the flesh, delight, changing shapes, move and shift. Fuzzy little peaches, mangos wild, for fruits like this. Taste of heaven, leaves a stain that sticks. Without the tender fruits of your *****; none of this would exist.

Beneath the moon's exotic, amber gleam,
We are lost in a fevered, steamy dream.
Her laughter, like a siren's call, ensnares,
Drawing me deeper into her lair.

Follow your heart;
                  you will find
                  the right path
                  to true love
                  and real pain

Looking back as I pass
These paths that I’ve walked
People talk so rumors sparked
Rather than vary off task, I just laugh – it’s the past.
I’m not distracted by cash or fast ***
My state of mind is first class
A mastermind in a beginners class
Mass appeal, appealing to the mass
Since ethics and morals clash
Good guys finish last
Make no mistake
I’m wide awake chasing fate
Daydreamers; too busy chasing
Dreams so they can’t relate.

Thinking about the rough road ahead.
Trying not to lose my path.
Trying to stay focused.
The harder I try, the harder they laugh.

As I stare at your bare flesh,
enticed by your fragrance.
Graving your ripe juices,
to cleanse my palate;
drenching my restless tongue,
with your sweet taste.
Leaving me to savor
your succulent nectar
your lustful fruit;
my heavenly savior.

my poetry
           is another way
           to
           penetrate
           your space

When it comes to the skills,
It all depends. Some days
I don’t even trust me Pen.
Next days, it’s my friend.
Captures thoughts, so
vivid. Calms me when
I'm livid. Recording
What we living. The
Present and past is given.
The rest is written.

How is it so easy for people,
to throw other people in

When deep inside they know,
they are doing the same

But feel no shame in
turning someone else in?

People that are fake are shallow; and should drown.

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