I want to taste your sweetness,
Enjoy your sweet and low,
As I take it slow,
I want to let you know.
If you use to good loving,
I am about to love you more
Lick you so good, make your drop to the floor.

A whisper slips through the ether's sway,
A sultry secret to brighten his day.
A snapshot taken, a tease, a dare,
A playful reminder—no fabric is there.

Wherever I wander, whatever I do,
The thought lingers softly, deliciously true.
No lace to confine, no silk to betray,
Only the thrill of the game we play.

It's easy, it's wicked, a spark in the night,
A message of longing, of pure delight.
Through the lens, my confession, my silent decree:
I am bare beneath, and he's the key.

Searching your mind,   
Revealing your soul.   
A piece of my mind,   
Making you whole.   
The depths of your feelings,   
Defines the depths I will go.   
I know what I know,   
Time for me to show,   
How well though. 
Like never before, 
Here I go.   
Persuading your body,   
In so many ways,   
You're powerless to evade,   
The prowess of my ways.   
Caressing your tenderness.   
These moments your memory will replay;   
Haunting parts of your body in a special way.   
Reminiscent of this very day,   
Our parts bonding as we lay.   
Still influenced in ways you can't see,   
Rather feel, so its as real as can be.   
These unique pleasures bestowed upon you,   
Impaling your reality with my point of view.   
This abundance of energy; this vitality.   
A reflection of you and me.   
Enticing you mentally,   
controlling you physically,   
releasing you and me chemically.
Doing it intelligently.
Getting deep inside of you
So you can better understand me.
I am the man leading your hand
follow my lead and you'll supercede
peaks and ****** in ways never seen.
Now that I'm on the scene
driving you crazy,  taking the scenic route in between throws of passion while Kinging my Queen

Curiosity killed the kitty,
G-string ******* on the floor.
She's making it purr.
Fingers vibrating,
Moist fingers,
slippery fur.

Spreading herself thin,
Molesting her folds,
Dipping her fingers in,
Squeezing her legs closed.
She's seeping, heavy breathing.
Stressed filled day, relaxing evening.
Selfish thoughts, she can't fight the feeling.

Gently blows the wind
that collides with the blue sky
together; alive

It was with words
    she tore my world apart
    broke my heart with her actions
    bringing me to my lowest point

It was with her hands
    she used to twist the knife
    that stabbed me in the back
    twisted, she was, repeatedly

Imprisoned by me emotions
     I have myself to blame
     for the shame
     of which I am feeling

When she broke my heart;
          I  swept up the shattered pieces,
            And buried them in the past;
            Hiding them from future
            And my present;
            broken shards of glass --
            sharp points, reflecting pain
            Leaving long lasting scars,
            that we can never outlast.

Your perfectly shaved deliciousness spread,
Juices dripping all over the bed.
Pulsating with pleasure, my heart raced,
Watching your hips gyrate with grace.

Twisting and turning in rhythmic delight,
In sync with each ******, a passionate night.
You slowed down, legs open wide,
Fingers parting folds, wet and warm inside.

Talented hands exploring with skill,
Every touch sent shivers, a lingering thrill.
Our bodies danced in a heated embrace,
Lost in the moment, heartbeats kept pace.

Your perfectly shaved deliciousness spread,
Juices dripping all over the bed.
Pulsating with pleasure, my heart raced,
Watching your hips gyrate with grace.

Twisting and turning in rhythmic delight,
In sync with each ******, a passionate night.
You slowed down, legs open wide,
Fingers parting folds, wet and warm inside.

Talented hands exploring with skill,
Every touch sent shivers, a lingering thrill.
Our bodies danced in a heated embrace,
Lost in the moment, heartbeats kept pace.

She is;
       the air to my lungs.
       water to my tongue.
       all I need.
       where I belong.

Her mesh dress, sheer, a daring art,
Igniting chaos within my heart.
A bronzed goddess, beauty untamed,
Sculpted grace, temptation named.

Her presence stirred my soul to roam,
Transporting thoughts far from home.
Her lips, a sip of heady delight,
Her sway, a beacon in the night.

Magnetic, profound, her spell takes hold,
A force too strong, too bold to withhold.
No retreat, no turning away,
Her allure commands, I’m here to stay.

Entangled deep, resistance fades,
In her spell, all reason sways.
An odyssey begins, passion’s fire ignites,
A journey endless through starry nights.

She loves me,
She loves me not.
And then she
Loves me.
Then she,
Changes her mind at the drop of a hat.
Fight all the time, how ****** up is that.

/ShiˈTHi(ə)rēəl/
She·the·re·al:*  

Adjective
an extremely intelligent female who's true eternal beauty so delicate; the existences of her elements; too pure for the feeble appreciation of mortal beings. An abundance that exceeds that of a lifetime; breathes aire to throne, when bodies combine; redefines the confines of a lifetime; by spirit, body, soul, and mind.


Synonyms: grace, beauty, ****, elegant, unique, exquisite, fine, attractive, blessed, ******, intellectual, pleasure, presence, excellence, brilliant, woman, *****, confident, comments, sensitive.

She wasn't just beautiful, she was complicated, with a strong mind. She was fierce, and barely slept at night. Coffee was her drug,  and wine her exilir. She wasn't just talkative, she had something to say, something that mattered.

She wished.
She wanted,
all the things she never wanted.
She listened,
and heard,
all the things he never said.
Her meaning different than his.
his lips she read;
as she turned red.
in her mind,
she wrote manuscripts,
that ended with their laughter.
and over night trips, with long passages.
together, there hands in time.
but that changed with time.
She wished.
She wanted,
all the things she never had.
She listened,
and heard,
all the things he never said,
are all the things she ever wanted.

In the moon's soft glow, our bodies intertwine,
Lips tracing paths of desire, whispers divine.
Hands explore the landscapes of silken skin,
A dance of passion, where we both begin.

Eyes locked in a gaze, a silent plea,
Every touch, every breath, sets our spirits free.
Heartbeats synchronize in a rhythm so sweet,
In this tender embrace, where our souls meet.

The night wraps around us, a velvet shroud,
In the hush of darkness, we whisper aloud.
Desires unleashed, in the sacred space,
Lost in the rapture of this intimate grace.

Listening to the waves pound into the shores, while I pound into you. listening to the waves spray against the sands, while you spray against me. Listening to the tides come in, while I *** inside of you.

t the game, the crowd was loud,
But all I saw was Claire in the crowd.
Green eyes and a redhead's flare,
She stood behind me, unaware.

Her plaid skirt teased, her smile was bold,
A promise of trouble yet to unfold.
No words exchanged, just a knowing glance,
I was hooked, caught in her trance.

Later that night, fate played its part,
A bump, a number slipped to start.
At the food court, she was waiting there,
A fantasy in red heels, beyond compare.

Her touch was playful, her eyes intense,
But the night’s promise made all else make sense.
Back to her dorm, in darkness we fell,
Her body a secret I couldn’t help but tell.

She came alive under my touch,
Four times she shivered, but it wasn’t too much.
Then she took control, her gaze a flame,
With skill that drove me past any shame.

Time stood still, or maybe it flew,
Until I gave in, everything she knew.
Pure ecstasy, she didn’t relent,
And I collapsed beside her, utterly spent.

I love the feeling of being close to you; alone with our silence. Where words, are welcome, but not needed. Feelings, felt without touch and love felt, through just knowing.

It started off simple
in a simple place
with a simple mind
that simply needed to make it happen
so it simply did
but it simply didn't matter
how simple became complex
and it simply killed us
and simple moved to next

When given the chance to choose between someone's action or their word; choose the one impacts you the most.

It’s like I’m chasing my dreams; barely moving, in slow motion. Stuck behind my own thoughts; too much commotion. Haters hating; my thoughts, their self-promotion. Got me, forcing my own hand; dealing with all these emotions. Learnt that; Love is pain, mixed together; a strong potion. People buying love;  turns out, the people around you; will surround you to crown and ring you- claim to fame, use the same to bring shame to your name too. One wrong move; they check you in; under the deck, and bury your mate too. Blood thicker than water, paper trumps the two. Everything comes with a price; the cost they expect it to be; You. So don’t trust people, whose nature is to consume; it's will be your doom.There’s no telling what they will do. The people that you love the most – have a different point of view; the closer they are; the more they assume; the quicker they are to move. Killing you over nothing; I know – I’m so confused.  Eventually, the truth bleeds through; warranted, your heart breaks too; Part two. Set the stakes too high, your right hand guy, will turn on you. Leaving you wide open; your back with an open-view. Those dollar bills, In God we Trust; one hell of a bluff- spending as we lust; because enough is never enough. Life is tough; Friend or foe; their all the same when **** happens; so it’s all good until the going get rough, then being good ain't good enough.

Every body playing me so close.
Use to cheer, now they kicking out the chair.
Guess they just showing me the ropes.
So, I do things my way,
and only keep a small circle.
So when things come around,
its all relative.
Cause backstabbers,
use relations; for shortcuts;
like it's relative.
What hurts most;
them using,
slow pokes and
different strokes.
The whole time,
they cloaked like we folks.

With, this little line of mine,
I'm gonna make you smile.
And this next little line of mine,
Its gonna make you smile.
This last little line of mine,
Gonna make you smile.

For those, that didn't smile.
you can kiss my little behind.

Lets get so drunk off each other;
we forget that everything else exists.

It's sad that we are part of a society, so desensitized, that to get a point across, we have to over *exaggerate.

People see what they want to see, so in all reality- what does that have to do with me? If it was up to me, I'd be me. But instead, I play my part in society, so people don't riot me. Ended up hating myself; more than I hate me. So I change every thing that's real, so the fake will be just like me. Real recognize real; sounds simple to me. Just try explaining that to society. Whatever I lack in swag, they'll buy for me.

Too expensive for my taste; Hit Walmart and I'm Gucci, down to the socks. Rings and watch, filled with fake rocks; looking like I got crazy loot- see me, on the street. Somebody shoot - me; for my, jewelry - that's stupid. But don't blame me; I'm society.

I'm being trendy thing, in spite of me. Everything is really real, everything but me. Cover girl issues, making up for free. Hating myself, because society told me, what to think of me. Had all my freckles removed; woke up the next day. Society decided they were ****; why didn't anyone text me.

Mirror on mirror on the wall, amazing grace, respond to call. Who is the sickest of them all? As I watch the hands fall, face forward, right off the wall. Million pieces, scattered wall-to-wall; Society reflected on every piece, as I collected them all.

Believe what you may, its your call. Or wait until Society drops the ball, and blames us all.

Our time has passed,
        many tears have blessed it.

Only time will tell,
        our moments like echos.

My wish is to never forget,
                         the emotions we created,
                                the moments we found,
                                                 the love we made.

Some things are meant to last forever
Some things are meant to fade
Some things are meant to never happen
Some things are meant to change
Some things are meant to make you strong
Some things are just strange

She is an old soul,
lost angel, covered in sins,
she will never regret, her mistakes
make her whole. Pain stole her soul,
now she is a bitter as a lime. With anger weighing
down her heart, with sorrow that will never leave.
Her cigarette smoke blows in the breeze, the grey smoke dissipates ,
but the stress doesn't leave.