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Jack Thompson Jun 2016
Most girls that I've ever encountered.
Hoped, wished and dreamed adored me back.

Have....

Don't sit around wishing and hoping like I have. I'm 25 and full of regretful moments.

Capitalize and seek happiness at every turn.

That dreamy blonde, brunette or completely out of this world girl, didn't look at you for the reason you think.

Don't wait until years later when she's with a dud specimen of a male to have the hindsight I now have.
© All Rights Reserved Jack Thompson 2016
I yearn for the smell of your bare skin,
Salted sweat drips forth from mocha pores,
Touching silk of no other than human,
That feel makes the soul fly and soar.

His strength envelops my very being,
A man with power in formed structure,
He bids me to fall at his own will,
A look to feel its way and puncture.

Warm bodies clasped together in lust,
Kisses electric on lips of pure wetness,
Face to face of no apparent battle,
Not forcing but dealt of our kindness.

Entered minds and men abound forever,
I moan in hands that lay on solid pecks,
Sensual learning is always with practise,
The heavenly traits of ****** *******.
A look at the natural ****** figure in motion!
Lydia Cooper Jun 2016
Who taught you how to male gaze?
On a day so hot it could cook an egg...
Was it your father
That told you my legs were ****** fodder?
Or was it your mother
Who said my **** are wild and for someone other than a toddler
Now while I'm proud to a woman
I also walk this earth as human
And your eyes make me despise
Every curve of my thighs
As much as I'm beautiful
My mind is also useful

Who taught you to male gaze
On hot New York days?
Giraluna Gil Jun 2016
I am human before I am woman 
I was not brought into existence with the sole purpose to give life
I will not fall prey to the social cube that men have made for women 
I refuse to be merely an incubator to a rotten society

I am human before I am woman
I am the ocean on windy days because some days I can't be tamed
I am the sky on continuous hot summer days because everyday fire burns inside me
I am the full moon because every now and then I am solitude 
And that is human

I have wrapped my desires into dreams and visions
They will push like sunlight through any and every societal duty 
that has been placed upon me even before I was born. 

My body will wither like the dahlia that it is
 and when the moment comes
 I will not fear the end
 just as I have not feared men
I would have known that I lived as a human 
and will find peace and comfort in my existence on this earth 
I will look forward to what is in store 

This is my choice. 
This is my refusal. 
This is my proposal to all women and men. 
Let us live as beings.
Julie Grenness May 2016
Let's unmask some clowns,
No need to get down,
Tell me, who is your Kryptonite?
What's the opinion of your ex-wife?
What went on in your chronicles and sagas?
Who is acting like Lady Gaga?
Please, don't carry on so,
I really don't need to know!
Feedback welcome.
Julie Grenness May 2016
Yes, it's male Sundayitis,
AKA masculine vaginitis,
So, it's footy Sunday again,
Your great god Baal of sin,
Ever tried to lighten up?
A smile on your face of life's cup,
No, wake up negative!
Lucky for you I am so positive!
Men, **** yourselves on the front grass,
I've mopped the floors, that'll last,
Always keep on smiling,  I say,
For once, you too  have a delightful day!
FEEDBACK WELCOME
Adrian Newman Apr 2016
I know there's that one time where you couldn't see the real me
I know I've been here a long time and time is never easy
I'm difficult to please because I always want the best
But when I do I want it for both of us.

I look young but my hands will say I'm old
I can't die yet because my body needs me still
And I can't fail my mission in this second life
Because I promised I would stick around for her.

She's so young, only 17
And I'm twice her age but she's like my deadly queen
She left me and her body behind
Now I must take care of it for her and I.

I look young but my hands will say I'm old
I can't die yet because her body needs me still
And I can't fail my mission in this second life
Because I promised I would stick around for her.

She's not my queen but she knows she can count on me
I'll look after her body though she won't come back.
In misery, but there's nowhere else for me
I must go on and hope she can live her dream.

I look young but my hands will say I'm old
I can't die yet because her body needs me still
And I can't fail my mission in this second life
Because I promised I would stick around for her.

My heart is old and you think I'm her
But I have respect for me.

27th April 2016
This is a song that describes the love-hate relationship I have with the body I must look after. It's someone else's but she left me in charge of it even though I'd rather have a guy's body. I hope you like it :)
Dead lover Mar 2016
Aura of opera of her trauma,
Was so convincing and so loving..

Never she did sleep but always does weep..

Her identity, was something but her ethnicity
meant more, and forbade her to roar!

She owns nothing, but at least something
like a small compartment in a huge apartment.!

And she  doesn't feel pity for her ****, by the owner of landscape!
Cause her brain still lives in a world, where there's no constitution's word.
Ladies please raise your voice. I feel so ashamed of incidents happening around and not being reported.. Stop suffering any kind of oppression from that sub-  section of males who have no mercy for females.

Our culture and custom may regard them a post higher, but our constitution considers them the same.

Still, I feel pity for all those, who are either being ***** for being their wives, or even worse for not being able to repay the loan..

But unfortunately, all these ladies have one thing in common, they lack education and eventually they don't know about their rights and hence, choose to suffer..

Things would have to change. Education is no joke. It must be proper! Its a powerful commodity, everyone must own it. Or maybe, at least about the constitution!
A man blamed,
A man feared,
A male struggle.

You give her a compliment,
She blames you for objectifying her.
You give the promotion to a better contender,
She accuses you of ****** harassment.
She gets vindictive.

She wears skimpy clothing,
It's hard not to notice,
Two seconds later,
You're labeled a pervert.

You want to provide,
So her nails are always polished,
She calls you a sexist,
All you had done was make her your queen.

So what is so wrong about being a man?
Nothing.
Why are you blamed for things never done?
Unknown.

Everyone speaks of the female unfairness,
Yet no one remembers the male sacrifice.

That women too exploit the male gender,
All so they can move up a ladder.
A sense of entitlement,
A pity self secured,
Used as excuses,
In everyday life.

Why is it okay for her to objectify you,
But she gets cradled in sympathy when you give a compliment?

Why is it okay for her to ask you to cook,
But sexist if you ask her for a meal?

Why should you always pay the check if she claims to be so independent then?

Why is there such a defined double standard?

I am a woman,
To empower man.

-Kathia Mariana Landeros
We seem to forget that men have it hard too and women hurt them just as bad or worse.
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