Sext: "trace my veins like the tip of my knife used to"

I really don't get
Why my poem WOAHIFOUNDAGRAPE trended
because it was so INSANELY weird...
But I mean, not to complain...
It's just a little strange
and it makes me concerned about the human race...
Anyway.
I have made it to 50 followers
Plus an odd (and worrisome) amount of my poems have trended
And most of them make literally NO SENSE
Seriously.
It was like I was high on grapes when I wrote them
That brings tears to my eyes
Just a little small-tree-adhesive-sloth like me
And I feel so accepted in the human world
And all of your likes, comments, follows and reposts mean the world to a little furry adhesified animal like me :')
So thank you for that
I love you all! <3

-LOVE THE ADHESIVE SLOTH

Eyes blinded by passion as you grab my hair
Claimed as yours, you display proudly
And I  cannot hold still
Desire burns hot
You stick your fingers through my smile and make room
Room to claim me as yours, once and for all
A fistful of hair positions you inside of me
Eyes water with depth
Trying to breathe, I squirm
Held gently but firmly in place
A naughty smile and a Twinkle in those hazel eyes
No, you will not win,
Not this time.
For I am not yours
You are mine
My rod of molten steel
My elixir of life
Mine
Hold me in place and take it home
My eyes never leave yours
You watch intently as you disappear, repeatedly
I can't help but smile, though I have no room to do so
Warm and wet i take what you give
And when I am released
I find myself sharing the joy

Icy electricity, fiery desire
Melting, dripping, let's get higher
Take me, make me feel your heat
Bend me over, make me scream!
You bring to life my wildest dreams
Gripping tighter, feel my release
My body shakes, increasing speed
No longer a want, fulfilling animalistic needs

Baby, do you want it?  
You have me begging, baby please!
Moving my hips to meet your thrusts
You give it all to me!

>>Your hot sticky lust~>

My tongue is
       dripping
             with honey
     and gold,
        my voice is
   even sweeter
        and richer.






*Just imagine my lips.

i have  always wanted to be the
the hand inside your blouse
warm, caressing
i have always wanted to be
the head beneath your dress
under a desk
i have always wanted to be
the warmth between your thighs
and fulfill your every craving
i have always wanted to be
the chest that you would sleep on
while i caressed your hair
all night long

Still fresh
    with that "popping" sound
Not yet throwing
     that dreaded "L" word around
   Starting to fall
         but having fun going down
        
First taste,
     a different kind of feeling
Going slow
          not yet hoping
or dreading
      Just beginning to notice all
           the little things
  Too soon for deeper meanings

      It's all still so new to me
but just recently...
         I had a glimpse of chivalry,
    opening doors and carrying bags
      Actual, honest to goodness, decency!
        Very pleasantly
             surprising....