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aye Sep 2018
she tells me i'm obtuse.
she screams you deserve better.
as i'm sat, idle, on his bed.
as he slips off my sweater.
- the death of mind over matter.
(c) ayesha. h [2o18]
aye Sep 2018
i asked her to open up for you
i asked her to show you her soul
but, darling, you lusted the unholy
and now she is a broken home.
- the reusable
(c) ayesha. h [2o18]
Brianca Kreeger Sep 2018
Soccer practice, as always, was grueling
Sweaty sediment sticks until showers
But the adrenaline is still pumping
Really? Do we need to smell like flowers?

No no, athletes deserve a better scent
Testosterone and *** suit us better
Instead, let us take a moment to vent
Afterwards, wear our Varsity sweaters

Big game coming up-we want to be loose
Skin on skin, touching curves, the same as all
We do on field, don't you be obtuse
C'mon now girl, let's win, be logical

You know I cannot play my best
Unless I strip that jersey off your chest
(I was drunk when I wrote this sorry)
aye Aug 2018
i opened up my garden to you.
i pulled out all the weeds for you.
i let the seeds be planted by you.

you have abandoned my garden for hers
when all my flowers have bloomed for you.
and now i'll shower my garden with love, alone, from me.
- i'm learning.
(c) ayesha. h [2o18]
nish Aug 2018
i like the way you moan

try hold it in, bite your lip

breathing ragged with just the tip?

its sensual, so attractive

i slide it in

make you gasp

clutch the sheets

lips open up

let it go

that's right baby

nice and slow

say my name

i’ll go again

...
she snapped
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