Bring down the Blinds,
at Quarter past Eleven.
As Tonight the Two of Us,
shall both be in Heaven.
At Half past Eleven,
as I make Love to U.
I bring back fond Memories,
of the Love that U Knew.
As I play,
Puppet on your Show.
U Dictate positions,
which way We Go.
As your gentle Kisses,
Rain upon My Face.
I begin slowly,
Quickening up My Pace.
With each stroke of Mine,
U keep moaning My Name.
Dawn shines it's Light
and Climaxes both Our Flame.
there's a ghost in the wall, how do I know
there are sounds of moaning that sound like hello
the walls might be haunted by an unlikely mind
from way back in history or the future aligned
it's not at all scary, it's mostly just weird
it would be so awesome if they decide to appear
there's a ghost in my wall and I'm not really mad
it's nice to have friends in he walls of your pad....
Brian Hill - 2020 # 151
Find your ghost.
by Michael R. Burch
For an hour
"To thy breast,
But she is mine;
her lips divine
and her ******* and hair
are mine alone.
Let the wildflowers moan.
Published by Songs of Innocence. Keywords/Tags: Love, wildflowers, lips, *******, hair, virginal, moan, moaning, ***, passion, desire, divine, divinity
A night slept with disgrace
Common sense; misplaced
A stance or an actual race?
A trace to be erased
Image has its own pace
Unknown; just skin and bone
Embrace like a close kin you've never met before
Sometimes as if just a daily chore
Longing for lust from my true inner core
You're such a moaning stranger
Get out! Madam
Just bring my ***
Pack your flesh and roll your drums
You're just trash plus a mess
I know love, lust
that all hurts
She's the waves, She's the ocean
she sinks me unceasingly,
In endless dreams and thoughts.
Now she's gone, And I am all alone
Facing reality just like a Newborn.
Set off steps
Across the wall
Climb the house
From the inside out
Fred, my friend
You out rotate them all
Skillz man, skillz. Gene Kelly was certainly jealous.
Does it burden you to say
that you can barely measure the length of your tongue?
I wasn't here out of my own volition.
We're just literally bound by blood.
Here's your free pass.
You can frolic all you'd like.
For the six quintillionth time,
Here's your pass.
It's not like most people reap what is sown.
At least I have my sanctum residing here.
I don't know what I'd do if you stepped inside.
she dreams of him at night
under the covers
silent beautiful moans
escape her parted lips
as her dainty fingers
linger to the most
precious part of her
slowly moving in and out
imagining it's him
touching her all over
she closes her eyes
picturing his rough
large hands roaming
all over her petite body
her breath hitches
her toes curl
her stomach knots
all because of him
- wet dreams
when u have a ******* ab the boy u like so u write ab it???
Sweat trickles down her forehead and down the back of her neck
His chest glistens with sweat accumulated over the past two hours
Hands grasping at his broad shoulders towering over her
Breaths have become shorter and moans have become longer
Legs dangled over the leather car seats
Thighs spread as far apart as they allow her
He bites her bottom lip mixing pain with pleasure
Their hot breaths fogging up the windows
Bodies harmonizing perfectly with each others movements
Till they have drained each others energy
He lays his head on her bare stomach
Dozing off to the sound of her breathing reducing to normal
Her hands run through his hair
She wondered how she allowed herself to enable this behavior
After all he was only supposed to give her a ride home from work
The date was 4/23/17
You kissed me goodnight
Little did we both know it was also a kiss goodbye
Don't leave your Life
On a Shelf
In a cupboard
Okay, a re-write from last week's 'Life Has a Use by Date'
I feel this is better. If I knew how to 'centre' it in BOLD I would