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Ashly Kocher Jun 2017
Little red riding hood I will play
I'll take you on an adventure as we f*ck  all day
You tease me so
Getting me close
Run your lips down
Down my body
Making me shiver
Turning me on
Making me wet
I flip you over and slide it in
Riding it slow
As you beg for more
Rub me hard
Make me drip
Ride it hard
Like were dancing in rhythm
Hearing the pounding like drums on our bodies
Screaming at the top of our lungs
**** it feels good
Slow it down as we release
Our juices flow
Taste so good
Lets go again
You take the lead
You grasp my hair
And pull me close
Better get a raincoat because
               CAUTION
            YOU
                 MAY
           GET
                WET....
Just a little something that came to my head. Kinda hot.
AD Snail May 2017
All these calories,
Cage my bones, and make me feel fifthly,
"I am to heavy," I repeat over and over again.

I am to big, I wish to be a twig,
I want to be perfect and be able to look in the mirror.

Why was I born this way?
Why am I so ugly, mommy can you tell me?
The magazines aren't helping.

Tell me how to not be a pig,
I no longer want to dwell on my skin,
I just want to be a little kid again.

I was told cutting away was dangerous,
But I am tired of all these shutting doors of opportunity.

Some one tell me how to change this imperfection of mine,
Because I am tired of feeling and seeing this ugly skin suit I am in.
When you feel like your ugly because of your weight.

Its not only a struggle for people that are on the slightly bigger side, but as well as the people with very fast metabolism both feel uncomfortable in their own skin, and I wish I could take this feeling away for not just strangers, but as well as my friends, and family.
Jessie Taylor H May 2017
Falling for you is like stepping off a cliff with my eyes closed.
I can't see the drop,
But deep down I know it's there.
If only I'd open my eyes,
To see if you're down there waiting for me,
But the fear of rejection keeps me cautious.
5/26/2016
Kendra Corner Mar 2017
My hands shaking,

My breath heavy,

I seal the envelope shut.

My mind swimming with thoughts,

Sweat trickles down my neck.

My mind pondering,

"Do I send the letter?"

My heart beats like crazy,

Seeming like a million beats per second.

The main question of the day,

"Do I send the letter?"

Looking at the stark white envelope,

My mind explodes.

I'm anxious,

I can tell.

Fidgeting with my fingers,

I think of you and,

I now want to send it.

My mind clears,

The main question,

"Do I send the letter,"

Seems to be vanishing from my mind.

Cause all I can think is,

I want you to know that,

My life is horrible without you in it.
ForgottenDiety Feb 2017
I met you in a strange way,
You are his friend, while Im his girlfriend,
I am her friend, while you're her boyfriend.

Never thought that my emotions would change,
For I was confident before that I am contended.

But with the inevitable long night exchanges and debates,
I grew to appreciate your wit and entertain the what ifs.

What if we met in different time, would you like me?
What if we still have time, would you grab it?

Yet because we choose to stay the same,
These what ifs must not be entertained.

For we met in a strange way,
You are her, while I am his.*

(c) ForgottenDiety
When you found the one but you are both committed to someone
UV Feb 2017
Proceed with caution
There are so many shades of truth
Proceed with caution
Promises get broken
When their master evolves
Proceed with caution
Pain is addictive and
Sadness turns into a passionate habit
Proceed with caution
Good men make misery like it's their art
So I say it one more time
Proceed with caution my love
Because you'll never trust again
Once you realize how reckless it is
Like a love affair between metal and rust.
Soeka laborde Oct 2016
Mystery Lady
She smiles and heads turn
Lick her lips, hearts skips
Sways her hips and jaws drop
And when she dance, time stops
She likes her liquor on the rocks

She has a flare for big numbers
Six figures and up, nothing under
She cares about your financial status
But her interest is self serving and bogus

In love with being at the front of the line at the club
So she pop a button on her clevage exposed top
And if you look closely, I bet you'd see the bouncer's eyes 'drop'
She uses her looks for short term gain
Her friends are like her, and are quite few
She has a knack for the money makers
She probably charmed you that way too

Its funny though
She never uses her "assets" for any long term goal
Simply because she doesn't need any or doesn't want to
I think she doesn't have any, truth be told
A person like that has a shallow soul filled with multi dimensional black holds
She climbs boyfriends like a cooperate ladder
One over one, higher and higher
Each one richer than the other
Could be a doctor, lawyer, pastor or even your father
She's way out of your league
So be cautious how you proceed
Her only aim if for her pockets to get bigger
In case you haven't already figured it out
Our mystery lady is a 'gold digger'



          *La Vida Love
Mims Oct 2016
Once you've grasped it throw it up,
Toss it higher, and higher,
When it comes back toss it back up,
Throw caution to the wind,
Once you know that they're bad news,
But you choose to love them anyways,
You throw caution to the wind.

Let the wind push it farther from your grasp,
The closer you get,
The more you let yourself dream,
The less it all means,
Throw caution to the wind.
will you get it back?
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