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 May 2015 shanta young
Styles
Climax
 May 2015 shanta young
Styles
Just when I've reached my max,
you climb on and ******,
body shaking,
your soul relaxed.
Then lay you down, and
give you more of that.
I'm so deep,
I got your back,
you smile,
As I pulled your legs further back.
The deeper I reach,
the more you react.
the harder i push,
the harder you push back.
Grabbed your hair,
Turned your head back.
Rough love,
Hitting it from the back,
I get you off like that.
now there's no going back.
Take my body
Bruise my hips
Your name on
My swollen lips
She sits and weeps once again
between shards of falling tears
knowing it's so very wrong
but to her it feels so right

She has become an advocate of rough ***
and she likes it, she likes it a lot
she loves beating men in more then one way
she is that ***** who went astray

She has erected a wooden post
just for her pleasures and pains
she loves to give it out
to her, this is no strain

Her bedroom is her torture chamber
pink rubber nun suits attire her walls
her lovers have a secret word
that when the pain gets too much, they do call

She has the heat on full, even in summer
she loves to make them sweat
and she beats them to an inch of their lives
that's a certainty, no need to bet


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
I first saw her at a party
Skin Tight jeans and Farrah's hair
She glanced and smiled in my direction
Trouble's brewing and it ain't fair

I knew right then I had to have her
Couldn't get her off my mind
I'd take her home and I would show her
A love of the most carnal kind

Where there's smoke there's always fire
Don't be fooled between love and lust
You've got to control your hearts desire
'Cause the fires hot and you'll end up dust

Working late without no distraction
The new secretary walked on in
I knew right then that I had to have her
My mind was thinking of only sin

She had a ring upon her finger
I didn't care, I had to know
She was selling and I was buying
I had some wild seed to sow

Where there's smoke there's always fire
Don't be fooled between love and lust
You've got to control your hearts desire
'Cause the fires hot and you'll end up dust

Running practice for all the kids
Getting sweaty with soccer moms
There was one standing there right beside me
I had to have her...and get me some

I made a move and she responded
Flipped me right onto my back
I thought here she comes, it's gonna happen
Then she kicked me in the sack

Where there's smoke there's always fire
Don't be fooled between love and lust
You've got to control your hearts desire
'Cause the fires hot and you'll end up dust
 May 2015 shanta young
candles
when you're upset, you come looking for me.
i'll be there for you to wrap your arms around.

you'll tell me:
"i could snap you in half right now."
through gritted teeth
and tears rolling down your cheeks.
i'll kiss your neck.

tell me: "life is worthless".
i'll lick the dip in your collarbone
and rub your back.

tell me: "I'm a nobody".
i'll run my hands up your chest
and then i'll run them through your curly mess of hair.

tell me: "I'm never going to be happy again".
i'll undo your belt buckle,
slowly but surely
and slip my own underwear off.

tell me: "I'll never see the light anymore".
i'll kiss you deeply,
until you can't speak anymore.

then I'll tell you,
"you're wonderful,
you're the light of my life."
we'll rock to our own rhythm,
our moans become our choir
and the sound of
skin against skin
become our orchestra.

and we'll shudder and tremble suddenly
but together.
you'll stifle a groan
and i'll gasp.
i'll feel a single tear drop on my shoulder,
"thank you."
 May 2015 shanta young
Hollow
Kissed her here, kissed her there...
...Kissed that girl everywhere
 May 2015 shanta young
K Marie
What a sight
Harsh, bright light
Mattress stripped of sheets.
Sea of clothing on the floor
(you didn't clean anymore)
Pack of condoms on the nightstand
Your balled fist
My shaking hands.
Have some *****!
(maybe a fifth?)
I was certain these situations
Were merely high school myth.
Fifteen years old in your cellar
My mothers questions
(You said never tell her.)
I couldn't know it was a mistake
(Though later I found out
Since I was drunk
It was ****.)
Why did you even keep me around?
I was so lost
But believed I was found.
But let me ask you this:
If I had said no...
How fast would you have sent me home?
 May 2015 shanta young
Harsh
I want to wake you up with kisses between your legs

and taste the dreams you've had of us,

and turn them from a lustful fantasy

to a heart-pounding reality.
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