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TheBlackPen121 Jul 2019
Is this fate or a huge mistake? The Lord knows I can't deal with another heartbreak, but her smile captures my eyes, and her lips so inviting who am I to deny.
But I'm scared of hurting her for I've lost myself in another girl, my cold persona is masked by humor with a deep hole inside where loneliness dwells forever…..
She has her demons too and she fights them every day, she doesn't talk a lot as to hide the pain away but with that beautiful smile, you can not tell.
The balance must maintain there would be no heaven without hell.

Done by: KCG
TheBlackPen121 Jun 2019
They paint her black and cast her down, cutting deep wounds with their evil tongue. She who is painted black has the brightest light and the spirit of a lioness with the courage to fight. They are the flesh of her flesh and blood of her blood, yet they discard her as a stranger only remembering her in times of need and in times of danger. Nevertheless, she claims them as her own and I will live to see them bow to her cause she owns the throne. Life is a cycle of good and bad, some of those things you have to leave to god. They paint her black but her heart is gold she has endless love in that golden ore.

Done by:KCG
Rappel :Un enfant qui vit milieu tolérant  apprend la compréhension
TheBlackPen121 Mar 2019
I feel my heart race,
blood rushing,
your lips grazing my neck
with the gentlest touch.

I gaze into your eyes,
resisting the compulsive urge
to place my hands between your thighs —
but I give in.

To my surprise,
you’re wetter than the River Nile,
whispering in my ear
you want me inside.

Honey glazes and drips,
your hips rotate,
greeting me with a smile.

Like a mathematician,
I've counted a hundred ways
to ******* in my mind,
but baby, there’s no rush.

I savor the blush
of pleasure in your eyes.
Brushing your center
with the softest stroke,
I watch your body
invoke the lustful demon inside.

Working carefully,
like an artist with a canvas,
every stroke has rhythm,
point, and precision.

You shake, you moan,
pleading, don’t stop,
as your ****** peaks —
exploding with pleasure,
each drop sweet as nectar.

And once again,
to my lustful demon,
I surrender.
TheBlackPen121 Feb 2019
Love is a drug that I was once hooked on it's worst that ****, stronger than crack *******, blinded my reality and **** with my brain. I was a ****** thirsty for this euphoric feeling, but who knew my withdrawal symptoms would have been a heart of no healing. It's like the Pandora's box tempted to touch but devastation when it unlocks.
I thought of hope because they said time heals but
I relapsed, it was like the end of the world, I was addicted to her love and she was no longer my girl, I searched desperately for the high but the substance was gone. I tried others but it was never the same I was an empty addict with problems and pain, who knew it would hurt like this, ****** dry of all my happiness.

I'm sober now, I'm seeing all clear you never cherished what we had, your all wasn't there. You misled me, and now I find that trusting is not easy, if it's for better or worse I don't know but the experience definitely changed me.
Lol don't do drugs kids
TheBlackPen121 Feb 2019
Bounded………
        Bounded by the same gene code, driven by the blood of the old, witnessing a side I've never known, a story so sad it's untold.
Bounded by the same DNA they had a past of agony, I feel their pain in my head, I feel their pain, I feel the cry, I sense the fear that never dies. sometimes I want to say to them fear is a useless emotion but to witness what they went through my words are carefully chosen.
Bounded by love, death, and pain….
Bounded by regrets, guilt, and shame …
They all walked a hard path to make the future generation's walk softer but what could move a man from a King to a pauper? Whatever it was it was a great sin BUT we will never be bounded by poverty again.

Done by: KCG
It's a small summary of the struggle of my family and how it affects me sometimes.. enjoy..

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