Crawl into my bed
The way you creep
into my dreams.
Let hands and tongues
Explore as if
We were
two wanton teens..

Your long brown hair
frames your loving face
as you savor every taste.
Then take my lips
Between your hips
to tongue tease
your secret spot.

Hold me tight
in your embrace.
As I probe and explore.
Till I recall
You’re moonlight..
A memory….
nothing more.

This girl is amazing
So beautiful
Captivating
Cherry lips
Make you wanna
Have a taste
You just want her
In your bed
Pour a bit more
Until you wake up
And this lust filled dream
Is not just in your head

I know that today is just another day.
But to me it's the most important day of my life so far.
I know, I know.
I'm being over dramatic.

But really.
How many times will I turn 16?
Sweet,
Sweet,
Sweet sixteen.

I wished for a day full of love and fun.
And what did I get?
Rejection from my friends...
Awesome.
I just want to feel something other than loneliness.
I don't think that will happen though.

I want to be loved,
And hugged,
And sang to,
And kissed,
And held,

Like how I was forever,
And he was my always.

The perfect match.
On the perfect day.
But no.
That's over.

I just want to be loved...
I just want to have today to make my wishes come true...
Just today... That would be nice..

This place with its walls like a polymer that only heat destroys.
And there is no heat here.
There is no love to create heat and **** those oppressing walls.
Just knock them down.

Forever and always fitting together like the hands of a mother and her new born baby.
Made perfectly, to bond instantly.

Sweet sixteen isn't sweet at all...
It's bitter.
Like the bitter bite of this everlasting cold,
In this place with no heat to beat the walls.
Down.

I'd like to know what everyone thinks of me today.
Just for today so that I can know who to stay away from so I don't get hurt.
Again.

The old one said mean things about me.
I once heard that when girls get bad comments about things like their hair,
Or an outfit,
They will NEVER wear it again without thinking only about that one comment.

He said "that girl" like I was a disease he'd found on the handle of his car.
He said "yeah the one with her hair always messed up."
She said to him "It's naturally curly and I like it."

I can't believe that he would say that.
I can't believe that he is the boy who was always and I was forever.

There is this other boy now.
He wants to go to far with me.
I want to ask him,
Do you even know me?
Do you even know my middle name?

I miss being loved.
I miss no drama.
I miss especially,,,
Oregon.
Even if i don't get anything i want out of today,
I really, truly love Oregon.
No doubts about it.

But it's my sweet sixteen,
And i just want one thing.
To be loved.

Mature in her youth.
Young in her maturity.
Oh, to be sixteen.

Growing old too fast.
But growing up too slowly.
Today: infinite.

Tip-toeing the line
Leaping 'tween the trapezes.
Balancing it all.

Aged so sweetly, loved
So deeply; she is a bud
Blooming in winter.

She is a princess.
High heels, a little black dress.
Face lit up with hope.

Bid old days so long.
She will dance alone no more.
We all go with her.

We all grow with her.

Look what you've done.
How could you do it?
You let her imagination slip into emotion
She's broken, you can't even tell.
She was there for you, you left
Why would you break such a pretty youthful heart?
Tell me she was wrong to believe something innocent
She's sixteen now.
She wants to make her own decisions, She can't
Help her, just man up.