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Anji 2h
In my darkness, you are a shining beacon of light.
A lamp post, street side in the darkest night.
When all of the stars, and even the moon
Decide to depart from the sky -
I’m still drawn to your fire.
Seeking warmth and comfort like a moth
Against the soft-framed glass panes of your life.

Because - MY GOD!  -
In deep darkness, how brilliantly you shine! And
In the crucible of my life
When all things burnt out, blackened, and
All I loved had withered and died -
There in the ashes, among the wreckage
I saw a diamond sparkling, so these hesitant fingers pried it apart
And now...

Here you are. Standing by my side,
Singing back to me my very own pain.
Killing me, so softly
With the way that you sing.

Oh, my darling. For you,
I would burn down anything.
And only for You...
Beautiful Diamond Of Mine.
poetry, bitches.
Simmering down
to an unnoticed lull.
A null state of being,
a dormant volcano.

Though the magma boils
deep, deep, deep inside—
on the surface it is cold.
icy.
ignored.

The fire, it burns solo.
Once sharing the electric eruption
with the charming atmosphere—
letting go,
feeling, for once.

Now,
lays low.
Boiling hot— burning the inside.
internally combusting.
suicide.
Eric 2d
I run into a forest with fudge and green frosting trees.
In there I find squirrels made of cheesecake grey sesame.
The acorns are made of candy hard root beer.
Twigs made of cinnamon to my feet adhere.

The ground has bunches of lime gummy grass.
I saw a rabbit of white chocolate run past.
The foot prints were of cocoa divine.
This forest is filled with deserts that seem mighty fine.

I come to a river filled blue raspberry jelly.
That will surely adhere to my belly.
What am I to do with all these treats?
Is it time to run or do I have time to stop and eat?

I see birds made of cookies and cream.
Is this a terrifying nightmare or a beautiful dream?
The snow falls powdered sugar flutters.
Whoops, stepped in droppings made of peanut butter.

Maybe from a chocolatey brown bear.
Just as tame as that white chocolate hare.
I guess I am getting out of here.
All the sugary stuff that will adhere.

Hopefully I do not attract those.
They are red hot fire ants near a cream filled rose.
Though I finally leave.
What just happened I could not believe.
Freddie Ruiz Sep 12
You say you’d give a penny for my thoughts,
well, you start a fire in my mind as soon as I turn the lights off.
This is perfect, you’re perfect, you can’t shut these thoughts off.
When your mom and dad made you, they did a fine job.

Sizzling, from top to bottom you’re so hot.
You give me honey with your sweet talk.
This is perfect, you’re perfect, but it’s obvious that I’m not,
so how was it that we ended up in this particular spot?

I know you’ve been wishing that I surrender to you completely.
I know what you’re feeling, I see what you’re feeling, I know that feeling.
I know you’re probably thinking that I’m just tripping,
but what you don’t know is how amazing now life is for me
and it’s all because of you, sweet baby.

I swear, every time we get together, it's like a movie.
Everything is so cool and different like a romantic comedy.
You act so cool when other girls are around me,
I know you’re ride or die, but they better not make a move on me.
You still want to know what I’m thinking?
It’s hard not to think of you, baby.

Every morning I wake up saying:
“she’s the cherry on top of my ice cream”.
No drama, no craziness,
She’s the cherry on top of my cake.
I go to bed late at night loving what I’m doing,
so, if you’re getting what I’m saying, won’t you put a cherry on it!
Written on August 19, 2012
Composition number: 424
Styles Sep 5
My mouth drooling;    
   I am feigning for her deliciousness;
    her fleshy fruit -- blooming in my mouth,
    spewing her milky nectar -- all over my tongue.
    I kneel before lapping at her hole;
thin pink lips
     parted by my fingers,
      praying on her weakness.
        feeding my desire;
                 as her body quivers beneath me
                   her swells flooded with satisfaction
Styles Sep 5
Recalling your name;
as each letter of your name
slips and slides off my tongue
the seductive visuals of
getting you off have begun
touching your venus fly trap
with my taste bud
making your goosebumps bud
until your river runs
and your floodgates flood.
Won’t even say your name
just sound it out -- until you are overcome.
Submit to my strength;  of my passion
with my permission.
applying pressure;
until you are well-cum.
Styles Aug 30
Feed me your mouth,
   so I can satisfy my desires
      with the taste of our destiny.
      
      I long for the rush,
      from our lips, when they touch.
    symbols of each other,
signaling one another,
   our body language,
  speaking to,
us.

Lost in forever,
the moment consumed,
by passion
Styles Aug 29
Warming up; broad strokes, slow.
Weaving in; zig zags, back and fore.
Quick flicks; suck and sip. Wanting more.
Long circles; slide, gently touching below.
Come hither; and it's off you go.
Wet drawers; when it rains it pours.
Foreplaying; got us both on all fours.
Knees weak; can't take it anymore.
My lips; tugging yours.
Amazing sensation; curling your toes.
Lapping tongue; series of sips.
Guiding hand; full of tips.
Bodies part: tongue, fingers, nose, lips
Raising tides; lifting your hips.
Quality time; best spent like this.
Styles Aug 29
We keep coming together, you killing me, it's a dead heat. Sex so good, we can hardly speak. Climbing on top, she's reaching her peak. Skirt no panties, she hide, I seek. Ready or not, here she cums, and I practice what I preach. Locked myself inside her, finders keep. If the meek inherits her world, I guess that makes me weak.
Freddie Ruiz Aug 28
Something about you makes every guy hot for you;
behaving like horny dogs around you,
‘cause they just want a taste of what is good,
but my mama always told me to be careful with girls like you.

The “too good to be true” type of girl,
who’ll dis you when another guy comes along,
whose beauty is her most productive resource;
but who knows, maybe in your case I’m wrong.

It’s obvious you know I like you
and I think you enjoy what you got me going through.
Can’t leave you alone for one second, without those dogs jumping all over you.
I guess their mamas never warned them about girls like you.

But it’s just that something about you makes you look good.
You got something that makes you different and better than those other girls;
that’s why I’m around you as much as I can be,
fronting as if you belong to me.
Fantasizing about how I kiss your lips
as I grab you hard by the hips,
‘cause although my mama told me to be careful with girls like you,
you got something that makes you better than those other girls.
Written on July 18, 2004
Composition number: 187
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