Be with me,
cause it makes you feel good inside.
being next to me,
will make you feel warm inside.
Holding you in my arms,
keeping you warm,
in a place where harm will never find.
Cuddling you close, holding you next to mine.
My touch melting you from your head down your spine.
Our lips encapsulating time as our tongues vibe.
Running my hands all over your body,
outlining your curves with my lips.
Our souls mate as we kiss.
our bodies eclipse,
as our hearts,
trip.

What's wrong with these people, I don't even know. You give them a piece of your mind and all they want is more. Riding off your shine, just to get off the floor. Can't speak there own mind so they criticize yours. Losers of a different kind, trying to steal the show. Pay them no mind, thier two cents ain't worth it so,  I treat it like water under the bridge, cause that's how these post trolls roll.

Body of a goddess
her features the oddest
that’s what makes her the hottest
she thought she knew love
until I teach her what a God is
I'm a preacher and a prophet
so when I reach her, I won’t stop it
pretty little eyes, they make my eye-max.
Thick thick thighs,
she makes my high max
I won't stop it, until she prospers
take the good with the bad and all the rest of her orders
like a gentleman, I let her *** first, then I switch up the orders
then give her comfort like her thumb hurts

**** in a dress, real pretty in my extra long t-shirts
make her feel so good, she'll never feel hurt
lovers before friends
so when it all ends,
we'll be right back
to where we begins.

She’s so bad,
that when she’s good,
she's Bad.
I'm kinda wishing
she would.
One in trillion,
best of a chosen few.
*** her in a bad way
she loves it when I do it that way.
Choker on with some high heels
So **** she's
given me the best of views
couldn’t imagine it any better
if I did it wouldn't trues
angel in the streets
under the sheets
she's a sinner
No trick or treats
finger licking good
she will eat,
sum good lovin
for dinner,
And whine
the whole time
until I
finally
deliver.

Hate,
fed  love,
becomes tame.
Love,
fed  hate,
becomes pain.
Pain
fed hate,
becomes shame.

sometimes you meet
the right people
at the wrong time
give the wrong people
the right piece of you
for the wrong reasons
but the right purpose
and for the wrong reasons
these right people hurt us
right or wrong
the pain never deserts us

I want to kiss her lips
Then lick around
her mound
Tastefully

A mouthful of her juices
It’s the only thing
That will settle me down
Truthfully

People are going to let you down, as will you.
Family will hurt you, as will you.
Friends are going to disappointed you, as will you.

-Moral of the story-

Don't hold anyone to a standard above yourself.

He felt
great pleasure
watching her
his desires bloom
staring at her two lips
the rarest of all flowers
pedals spread
breathing life into his desires
stiffening a hard stamen
as their bodies take root
folding together like a hem
pumping seed into her cavity
baring the juices of a fruit
into a fountain
that will never end

Her touch
is the type
of poetry
I want to
write

Underover lover;
I lover her.

Eyes to my soul,
Queen to my  heart,
Love to my life,
until it all fell apart.
I'd tell you that I love you,
Wish I knew where to start.

Do not fail
To take lesson
From the irony of pain
Derived from the virtues of love.

I wear the scars of our love
like the tattoos of a lost warrior.
On my heart; their weight
impeding my decisions.
My mind; clouded with visions
in the future we envisioned.
My skin; crawling with emotions
That tear at my flesh.
Solely we'll be missing you.
My soul;
split into two pieces
for its whole life me
the prisoner of true love
held captive in my own prison.

The air tainted
With the scent of lavender
Walls painted with mud

On her back
She looked down from above
His unshaved skin tickles her thighs
She sighs
Word unspoken
Give a clear directive
Untamed
she became
while he ravished her
Satisfaction she over-came
all over the furniture