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 Mar 2014 jane doe
Troll
My Balls
 Mar 2014 jane doe
Troll
My ***** are big,
So I smoke a cig,

And dig like a nig
Yeah buddy
 Mar 2014 jane doe
Caroline Grace
Lips dangling right above yours
Your hot breath sparking against my skin
Again and again
The hum drum of your greedy hands
At the sharp end of my pelvis
Pressing
Transferring jolts through the core of my body

Your whispers beg for more moans
Groans left to disguise the inner gears
Creaking, screaming against the friction
Turning
Endlessly
Unwillingly
Just enough
Till you closes your eyes

This is
Your nobility
This is
Your felicity
and my captivity

Your chance to shine
Against the ripples of my bare skin
Your chance for fingertips
To dance across my ****

My favorite part
Is hiding in the blankets
Safe from your touch
My favorite part
is clutching the wall
Reaching the temporary end
Knowing there will only be
Another day to begin
When lights darken.
This is a lot more graphic and crude than my normal writing but I didn't write this for anyone else but me. It is raw. It is real. And it's here whether or not you choose to like it.
 Feb 2014 jane doe
Martin Illy
The seeds you plant in my heart
feed off the light from your face
they bloom ever so quickly
but soon transition into a different phase

They begin to creep around the periphery
of my vascular *****
they flourish and overcrowd
into what becomes a garden

The stalks, they start to constrict
I suffocate, I shout for help, I gasp for air
what in the world is happening?
silly me, it's not like you even care
 Feb 2014 jane doe
Martin Illy
In her eyes I stray
Uninterested and withdrawn
With her my heart freezes
But with you I am warm

Her touch is alien
So odd, so unusual
But yours keeps me sane
it’s become like a ritual

I yearn for your lips
As I lean towards hers
I want to be grabbing your hips
But I only end up with tears

These feelings I fake
become so tiring to keep up with
The empty promises I make
Deter me from being blithe

My synthetic heart needs to feel
but I’ve come to realise
that only you could make me real
only you can make me feel

— The End —