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Flesh and bone..Blood and tears
Happiness filled with fear
Soul so dark can't be saved
My words live on beyond the grave
Who are you? Who am I?
Why do I live just to die?
Questions always fill my mind
Answers aren't that hard to find
If I'm wounded I do bleed
My hunger fuels me so I feed
Fills me up till I overflow
Words start to spill out my soul
From my lips to your ear
Hear my words disappear
All my secrets..All my lies
Are deeply buried in my eyes
You can look ..you will see
The Demons trapped inside of me
I feel them scratch as they claw
My Spirit Warrior will vanquish all
Sharing thoughts so I can feel
Showing you that I am real...
2-26-14 M.A.N
I wrote this for the Poetry crowd
A slam poem to be read out loud
An intro as to who I am
I go by the pseudonym M.A.N
Central California is where I roam
A gangsta lifestyle made me hard like stone
Now I'm just a poet with a furious flow
I flip it Kung Fu style just to show
I got the skills to pay the poetry bills
There are no rules I say what I feel
Twisting up words as I open up my mind
My imagination spills to the scene of the crime
My soul in my words will always live on
That's why I pack them with power and make them strong
Will it stand the test of time?
A masterpiece created from my mind
Hmm I dunno or do I care
My words like smoke floating in the air
This is my notice for all to see
On my quest to become the King of Poetry...
M.A.N 3-10-14
Power of the cosmos runs through my veins
Burning me up..I become the pain
Help me!
I'm trapped in the flow
Swirling from within expanding my soul
My body...My mind
I become the sign
Spoken to me in ancient rhyme
Peace is gained only after a battle
Slaughtering humanity as if we were cattle
Pineal gland tingling
Thoughts start streaming obtaining meaning
Living in a vessel that can no longer contain
Evolving me to next level of my brain
Adam...Eve
Living in a tattoo sleeve
Is it Magic if you already believe?
My melodic riddles play like fiddles
Prophetic are my scribbles
Third eye sight keeps me living in the middle
Vibrations stimulate me as I continue to grow
From the infinite energy filling up my soul....
M.A.N 3-7-14
 Mar 2014 emotionslustlove
JM
One room away is a woman
who wants me to **** her.
She is beautiful, intelligent, and drunk.

I am ugly, intelligent, and sober.

Even though my highest and best
tells me to walk away with a smile,
my core screams for a ruining.

One room away is a drunk, *****,
dripping work of art who is also
very, very lucky.

Charles tells me to listen to
my **** and Pablo whispers a reminder
to remember the smell
of early morning wheat
and your eyelashes
while Walt and I gaze at the stars
and think of death.

I smile to myself,
soaking in the after glow
of vanilla chai, good ****,
and dead poets.

One room away is a woman
who's fate was in my sadistic hands.
Two rooms away is a twelve year old
who is dreaming of flag football
and Vans and getting to
level 37 of Skyrim
and one day,
after he wakes up
and after we have our
toaster strudel,
and somewhere in between
me stopping for coffee
and dropping him off,
I'll remind him
that good ***** is everywhere
so take your time and do it right
and when you just don't want to
look at their face,
make some tea,
catch a buzz,
and read some poetry.
I want to bang you, bang you strong,
My ****'s so hard, wide and long.
I want to bang you in the night,
Bang you hard with all my might.

I love your scent as you lie in bed,
I love the way you give me head.
With ******* so firm and ***** tight,
I'll bang you hard with all my might.

I'll bang you firm my little one,
Bang you again when I'm done.
Don't try to resist, don't try to fight,
I'll bang you hard with all my might.

It's a special night, a lot in store,
I'll bang you like my little *****.
I'll make you cry, scream and bite,
As I bang you hard with all my might.

04-30-09.
Lol...my first attempt at ****** poetry, and one of my first attempts at poetry actually...this one does have its fans, believe it or not...
 Mar 2014 emotionslustlove
paige
Maybe in another place
You're the one
Pining to see My face

Maybe in another time
You're the one
Attempting to write a rhyme

Maybe in another circumstance
You're the one
Wishing to catch my glance

Or maybe, just maybe,
In another place
I'm waking up
In your embrace

Maybe in this other time
We're together
And doing better than fine

Maybe in that circumstance
You weren't such a *****
And actually took a chance

But all these maybes
only exist in my mind
and in this universe
you're still blind.

*******.
.
With a hungry look in his eyes he tilts his head and whispers "is that ***** nice and wet for me?"

I smile.  
Nodding silently I bite my lip.  
I stifle a soft chuckle with a feigned moan.

He will not know that his fingers prune from tears; my **** is simply crying for someone that is not him.
I want a lover.
Someone to share an intimate touch.
To bask in their presence.
To feel their body.

I want to bring a man joy.
To see the peaceful smile grow
As I gently stroke his chest,
As I kiss his lips, his cheek, his ear, his neck.

I want to feel him hard against me
As my hand moves down his torso.
Closer and closer to his ever growing ****
And down the side of his groin and upper thigh.

I love the smell of a man's body as he gets more and more aroused.
I breathe it in as I kiss his chest
Quickly flicking my tongue over him here and there.
As I move down, touching, kissing, licking.

Finally I'd put my mouth to his hard ****.
I kiss the tip, quick flick of my tongue
Then kissing the shaft.
I give a lick from base to tip, while caressing with my hand.

I revel over how ***** he is for me
As I slip my mouth over his dripping tip.
Oh yes, release that pre-*** into my mouth
As I slide my lips down your **** and **** you.

And I release, pause, stretch out the pleasure.
I gently glide my fingers from your ***** to tip
While looking deep in your eyes, smiling.
Both of us enjoying each other's pleasure.

You would roll me on my back
Reciprocating the thrill I just gave you.
Gently stroking and caressing my breast, torso and wet *****.
Kissing and licking, increasing my excitement.

And the thrill as your head goes between my legs.
You lick my ***** and it pulses.
You **** my **** and I get even wetter.
My muscles tense with the thrills shooting through me.

You love my arousal as much as I love yours.
Your licking and ******* makes me so wet.
I am more than ready for your **** inside me.

You know it.
You slip your tongue inside me instead.
Bringing me to the edge before you raise up.
You slowly slide your body over me.

Your hard wet **** is perfectly positioned
To slide into my waiting ***** as you move up my body.
The feeling of having you inside me
Is more exciting than anything else.

As my warm ***** drips over your ****
I tighten and release my muscles
To milk every last drop of *** from you.
Waiting for the look that makes me hornier than ever, your *** face.

I love your pleasure, and knowing I affect you like that.
As you push deeper and harder into me
My once loud moans and cries of 'Yes' and 'Oh God'
Become muffled, caught in the breathless ecstasy.

Yes, yes... YES!
You ***, squirting your beautiful *** deep inside me.
I few flicks and I ***, dripping all over your twitching ****.

Oh yes
Pos *** bliss
Hold me
And let me smell our powerful ******* on you.
Yes I do realise the many flaws in this, not really a poem, but you should see how messy my writing got about half way through.  And typing was interesting!  So yeah, not great form, grammar, text etc.
I want you in the morning,
I want you in the dark of night.
I want you in the afternoon...
I want you always.

I want you on top of me,
I want you underneath me.
I want you bent over...
I want you beside me.

I want to come in your mouth,
I want to come on your *******.
I want to come in your *****...
I want to come in your ***.

I want,
I want.
I want...
I need.

I need you in my life,
I need to give you all I have.
I need to drain myself dry... into
I need to lose myself in you.
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