...... how POETS encourage others

to write completely

Freely

about how  dependent  on others

they are

Decency is very  immaculate.
Yet these women lack it.
Showing so much skin that the men can probably taste it.
These men  insinuate women into *** objects.
But pushing them
to become a despised icon.
Now a days reputation seems to be the stereo type.
Males are pigs waiting to be slaughtered.
Girls will rant consistently about how they use and manipulate them.
Yet you live up to being a back porch baby,
as well show off those curves anonymously for lustful eyes.
False alarms wont save them. Cause they burn their own bridges.
Yet others wear  their pride
and keep what most are not aware of, which is class.
Women who stay loyal to the core and Share their soul with nothing but a Heart full of
ravishing intentions are indeed very rare.
Beauty that would petrify you were you are standing.
A delightful dream
that you're scared you will wake up and suffer society's standards of a female.
The lesson of this is nice guys finish last.
My amazing charm and mentality of a gentlemen is ignorantly ignored.
Nothing but remorse can be felt with this situation with them.
Sorry that they will never feel the vibrations
of the overrated word named "love".
Things that would make Hester Prynne disgusted.
But in all words,
my sail with no compass will not be over.
The storms might get heavy periodically, but then the waves will sail properly in my favor.
My search will be fulfilled
So on this long sail I'll never acknowledge these indescent
sirens.
So when they pass  "X" will mark the spot.

she woke up way too early
the whole world still is sleeping
deep in the whirlwind
a boy and a girl win
a chance at inevitable weeping

she played the piano
and he smoked a cigarette
it burned at the tip
he yearned for her lips
he's never been a man of regret

he always did what he wanted
she always did what she's told
they met in a daydream
they bet on the home team
like a tornado their story unfolds

he said,"where are you from?"
she said,"the same place as you."
they laugh and they play fight
'til "sleep tight", said this May night
she hadn't the slightest clue

alcohol is quite an aphrodisiac
she fell in love with all that she heard
now cold and despondent
this morning the calmest
and last night was nothing but words

Love is fire
You are fire
Can't you see it in these mud-brown eyes?

kissing;
turned into heavy petting
then it was moaning
and then we were sweating
crying out each others names
but we wouldn't want to be in any other place
any other situation but the one we're in
the ****** arousal coming from within
rolling around the bed till the a.m
and when it's all over it's just us in our heads
thinking about what we just did
and if we should do it again
if we could've done better
and what we'll do different next time
to please the other person is the prime
make them feel special and make them feel loved
you give the push and they give the shove
*** is a beautiful thing to express your fondness to your partner
but it shouldn't be just *** between each other
the *** should be love and the love should be strong
you should be the melody and they can be the chords
and together you can make the most perfect song
when your bodies are intertwined and you are one
don't take it for granted because soon it will be gone
love your lover
to the best of your ability
until your old and you no longer have mobility
love your lover
until you can't love anymore
and have that love come from your very core
the truest love in its truest form
in the heart where it's very warm
warm like vanilla
and sweet like sugar
and let that love grow until it's something bigger
they say love is the biggest form of affection and lust
but there must lie something beyond that
there must!