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Crawl in next to me so I can feel you on my heart
The sweetest purr as I make your body arc
She smells as ripe as a flower in bloom
We will do anything you can imagine in this room
I'll love you slow and then fast you know
Your body's ebb and flow is quite a show
Take my hand, place it in between
The warmth is crazy, here, now you see
I love your lips and how they set me alight
Everything you do to me is oh-so-right
Hold my ******* and eyes in your gaze
And I'll blush at yours for it's you I crave
Everything feminine and soft is true
Everything a woman could feel I feel
For a woman like you
 Jul 2015 Megan Black
It
Sex
 Jul 2015 Megan Black
It
***
Bodies.
Two together
Sliding,
Slipping
And slapping
Together.
Moans and cries
As purity dies.
As ****** thoughts
Are given life and energy.

As she arches her back,
Clawing his skin
Loving this sin.
As he goes deep
And she screams his name
Begging more
And his thighs, pleasantly sore
As sweat makes them slick

And moans and cries
And you feel so high

Only ***
Skin on skin
A man and a woman,
Or a woman and a woman
A man and a man
Trans and Genderflexible

Love is love however we
Want to see

And I am a follower of God
While i may not partake
I do not hate
Please understand,

We don't know how to say
That they don't think it's right.
But it's your life.

Forgive my people
For giving you anger
When they should have given love
Email me (destiny.sartist13@gmail.com)
Or message me if you want.
 Jul 2015 Megan Black
GieAn
One day
you told me
about a girl
who you may
or may not
kiss someday.
Even though
it might be
just a crush,
or stupidity.
I was crushed,
felt like a trash.
With an empty voice
I wanna ask,
"how about me?.."

Oh can't you see?
How
I used to be,
your new girl.
She wasn't me.
 Jul 2015 Megan Black
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I remember the first time someone explained to me what the word gay meant.
We were in middle school
Playing on the swing set behind Stoy Elementary
"He’s so gay," she said
Bitter disgust poured out of her mouth with every syllable
I could not think as to why being happy could be such a horrible thing
And so I asked
My exact words being
“Whats so wrong with being happy?”
Now both my friends looked at me weird
“Don’t you know what gay means?”
“Doesn’t it mean to be happy?”
“You’re such a little kid, gay does not mean happy. Gay is a boy who likes another boy”
I stood there wondering why it mattered so much that a boy liked another boy;
why it was such a distasteful thing.
And why it meant gay couldn’t still mean happy.

— The End —