Another city
Another state.

Wherever she goes
It's always the same.

People think that she's really cute
But they feel sorry for her,
All on her own,
And so they try to fix her up.

They think they're doing her a favour
But they're not.

So here she is again.
How many more times
Does she have to endure this?

From the moment she saw this one
She knew they wouldn't hit it off.

It's no use pretending
If the chemistry isn't there
What's she supposed to do?

But that won't stop
The tongues from wagging...

"What is her problem?
Is she playing hard to get?
Is she fussy?
Or could she be..."

No.
It's none of those things.

And one day
People will finally understand
Why she wasn't interested
In any of them

They just weren't her type.

my ***** ache
as tongue trails
****** to ******
licking, *******
engulfing each
tender breast

squeeze of
buttocks, lifting
sweetness to my
lips; tongue parting
labials, diving deep
into her honey ***

savoring nature's
nectar like a bee
to flower casting
away her inhabitions
or doubts as flames
of passion licks with
intensity searing
us in ecstasy

branding her,
loving her flesh
with kisses and
sweat becomes
steam in the
afterglow of our
nakedness

touching, inhaling
scent of ***
tasting one
another
frenetically
in
abandoned
ache

I wish you'd leave me alone, I hate you and PLEASE stop popping up when you know nobody's home. I'm not your girl, I'm very much grown. Just please…go on. But I can't leave you, and I can only fight my heart's desires for so long

Because you are the death of me.

"Where you at!!? I'm coming to you." Then you kick and bang on the door. "I just wanna talk." And of course I let you in. "C'mon, Yazz. Let's just go on a walk."Thinking to myself...if he slaps me around again I've seen it coming, definitely.  

Because you are the death of me.

Two a.m, threw on some pants and a hoodie. You start to breathe hard and I see your woody. Tried to ignore, but you pressed it into me as I slid ouy the door. "Let's just go back inside if that's all you came here for."
"Nahh Ima chill, we can't no more you would've been like what, four……months."

My eyes start to water and then my shoulder's slump. If you would've pulled out before that last pump……you wouldn't be rubbing the nonexistent baby bump.

You wiped my tears then started rubbing my ears. Put my head in your chest as we hugged. And talked. And for a moment I enjoy being stalked.

Because you are the death of me.