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  Jul 2017 Slur pee
Dallas Phoenix
Her tone,
Crispy like new pair of headphones,
Screams when I finger down her *G string
,
Love hearing her moan,
Get over here and lay on my lap,
One hand down your neck while the other's ready to smack,
She's a brand new model,
My pick up line was immaculate,
Coke bottle modelling body,
Fuzz pedal throttled and jacked you in,
You fret all day and no one to hammer your strings,
******* Brew in Chili Peppers but I'm willing to make you Cream,
So lay across my leg and let me do the rest,
All that phat bass and no one to properly make you wet,
Rubbing across your curves making sure your knobs are turned,
Steel strings tight and ready to give this spanking you deserve,
Tease and deceive till your ready to sing,
Slip my fingers down your A and I'm ready to B,
Playing your scales,
Hitting that tail,
Your mahogany curves scrumptious as hell,
Maybe I'll stand up and ****** my hips,
Into that back of that phat bass while loving the notes you hit,
Strap you on because the way I like to hit it is hard,
Octaves ****** and quiver on my fingers,
Your heart,
The shape of that wide, seductive and sumptuous ***,
All that bass you have can make any guy..........
Slur pee Jul 2017
You used to greet me in the mornings with your cozy, loving warmth,
Clutched inside your gentle talons I was nothing but a helpless worm.
I want you to devour me completely with all of your thoughts,
Let me squirm and get lost in the things that make you up.

Your words are dipped in lust when they were once coated in sugary dust
But greedy time just had to come along and lick all that sweetness off,
Just my luck, life knows I like it rough; that’s why he leaves my heart bruised:
So I know when I’ve been ******, and used up- thrown away like an abused toy.
Oh boy, but how you make my heart quake like it craves to destroy its cage.
Devastate me completely, and I’ll search the ruins for a crumb of your sincere love
I promise I’ll find it here, just give me another second, day, or year;
For me to never realize that something that wasn’t there can’t disappear.
I miss the days when you’d swear I was a woman woven from dreams,
How you called me precious like you were guarding the ring to our fantasy marriage,
But now my words disparage any notion that I could every carry your hand in my own.
You used to roam my mind in pleasant visions during sleep
Now I’m left with nightmares on repeat, why’d it have to be me?
Cursed with these deeply rooted feelings that make me think of you when I’m lonely,
Which is always, I still want for you to hold me and make love to me harsh, yet slowly.
I can feel us steadily leaving as the credits on the screen start depleting
But I’m too scared to muster up the monster called Goodbye.
I want you in my life, though you’ll never be mine.
I’ll sit in the sidelines if you promise to say “Hi”,
If I ever pass by your mind.
But that’s unlikely,
Right?

-SLuR
  Jul 2017 Slur pee
what a waste
I've been at the fool for far too long
take my keys I don't wanna go back home
When did forts become pitchforks
When did wrong turns turn into world wars
If I asked you to **** me would your eyes get wider
fire with fire doesn't sound so dire
**** me softly **** me kindly
Philosopher, philosopher oh where is your phosphorus
the fatherlands aren't what we thought they were
Plant your flag then take it back, insomniac
I'm your washrag, yeah I'm your washrag
wash away your filth just like that
You're the reason why people get high
never mind the wasps ******* my thoughts
butterflies are drowning in my gut
we just wanna feel loved
I'm the moth seeking dust
Slur pee Jul 2017
Pick me apart like cotton,
***** my heart and wear it thin.
I blossom decayed and rotten,
In these fields of love that you have forgotten.
I grow out dry, and shriveled
My roots are veins that carry toxin.
Leaves are born curled and brittle,
Cleanse me with rain, so that I may soften.
Slowly pick me apart like cotton.
Pick me apart, slowly, like cotton.
Pick me slowly apart like cotton.
Running around; endless exhaustion.

My stem, bends, tired and weak
Pluck me up so that I may sleep.

-SLuR
Slur pee Jul 2017
My stomach is a graveyard
Of exoskeletons
Bubbling, inside the acid of your hatred
Killing all the moths that dip and dive
Guised as butterflies.
Chaotically crawling, I squirm and I writhe;
Like a parasite trying to root myself deep inside your mind.
Let me hide in the wrinkles where your secrets lie,
And I'll lay my own for you to pry,
So you can see and feel the way
You exorcise the demons I try to **** everyday.
In this dank, ***** cage that tastes like asbestos
And weighs like mold; where rodents have made a home
You've scraped each layer of filth and carved a throne, for you to sit.

You make me feel less cold,
A little less sordid;
Like I'm useful and important
As if I have some kind of worth.

Please erase from me your damning antipathy.

I just want to hear your heart sing,
To feel my pulse when you're happy;
Even if I end up left alone
In insect wings and rat droppings.

-SLuR
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