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leena Jul 2014
the happier you are
the sadder you will get
Styles Jul 2014
The release; so powerful; sometimes to feel alive: all you need is a reminder:

His guiding hand:supplying the demands to the upper-hand, across her belly button, to forbidden; lands. Parted  lips, her pink folds;dragging his hands down. Working each other: we ain’t fooling around; our bodies, over time. Dripping wet with desire.

Her reaching back; she leaned back. Over the edge; of the bed. standing *****. Picture perfect; she’s holding her breath, as he’s kissing on her neck, her breast, focused on her ******, the left. Right in my mouth. Long ponytail, pulled to the left. She is wet, under there, her underwear - pulled to the side, exposing her underhair; shaved bare, under there.

Fingers wrapped around him. Looking hard, she found it; tugging on it. Him pushing his luck got her pressing her lips against him. Pulling his belt out of way; biting his lips, he’s tensing. She, kiss as she play. looking a certaining way; tempting how she tempts him. She’s over the top, and its so overwhelming.

She’s all touched, from touching it; so fortunate, her *******, soaking wet, juices flowing. Wet spots, he’s all over it. Exposing her ****; to his fingertips: with his index; ******* next. Started working her slow, building up to raw ***. Pressure building, rising her chest. She’s worked up; trying to get off. Giving it our best. Her waistline, being pumped from behind, so smooth; the finest wine. Unsatisfiable rhythm, keeping them inline. Holding onto her waist, he’s so online; bending backwards, pleasuring each other, every time. Some may come and go, but they come together every single time.

He’s feeling it: the way its feeling, feels so good - a burning sensation: her  tenderness subduing his manhood; all is well, so it must good. Movement, with quickness, once his hips shifts, its motion sickness. Stroking his egos, increasing his stiffness, filling her deep. She’s clenching him, tighten, tighter. The feeling of him growing, she’s feeling him insider. Their wet bodies, skins glistening in the their fire.
MST Jun 2014
Let me cut your wrists and **** myself,
releasing you from this mental prison,
where you believe you cannot escape.
So I will climb into your head,
stab you until I am dead,
then I sneak away through the wounds gape.
As I try to run away,
out of sight and out of mind,
I will drown in your blood,
when my cure makes me blind.
Winter Silk Jun 2014
here I am, helpless
caught in an infinite triangle
of love, dangerous love

helping a good friend,
reach for the heart of a girl
that I search for too

stuck in the bottom
lost in the cell of my mind
my soul wandering

I've had enough of this
I'm not your low stepping stone,
I'll do this myself

And if I fail there,
At least I can say I tried,
to win Isabelle's heart.
A friend sent me this to tell me what a rough time he was having.
It would be much appreciated if you could show him some love and support. It means a lot!
*UPDATE*
oh mah goodness this became trending
thank you!
My friend seems to be getting out of his
"trough of a wave"
so yeah!
It doesn't matter how so plain
Or rough the crust may be,
The kernel is what truly counts --
The part we cannot see.

A piece of land perceived as good
And ripe for human toil
May yet prove unproductive
Without the proper soil.

Can we appraise the saber
While still within its sheath,
Or comprehend the ocean
Unless we look beneath?

Sights we often fail to see
And thoughtlessly pass by
May be those that satisfy
The palate, not the eye.
LeighB Jun 2014
Lost in seas of I-don’t-know’s  
Captive to the native cant’s
Hope rests ashore  
Faith hands it a cold Red Stripe  

Each wave of depression  
Comes just like the last but with
More heat and tips the balance
Creating a whirlpool in which  
The Monster can live….

He comes like an unseen wave,
accidentally swallowed  
And stays like a tooth pick,
stuck in the stomach;
unwanted and fatal

So she tries to ***** him out of her system; tries to starve him out of her system; tries to… to….
She knows he’s back now
Be very quiet  
So he’ll probably leave if he thinks no one is home
Wrong!
He turns the corner of the wall
She dives under the seas  
He laughs at her  
She knows why,
She’s been a fool
Can’t not see he’s already got her
Can’t not see he’s the full-stop in life
But she refuses to give in.
Because if he’s the full-stop in life,
Then The Great Him must be the exclamation point.

- Leigh-Ann B.
I was going through a really rough time in my life when I wrote this poem (obviously) but it's amazing that after those troubled times passed, I can still look at this poem and learn something from it. Thank you, Internet! For holding onto my docs like a treasure chest.
Styles Jun 2014
You changed your nail polish, it used to match your; eyes, bag, boots, and belt. So perfect, in every way. you have styles, so naturally I felt.

Watching your hips, lift and sway. You feeling my eyes, feeling on you, along the way; as you walk away.

A devilish smile, will make an angel play.

Wound around your fingers, any time of day; hands are tied.  Circus O' Lay.  Beauty taming the Beast; so they say. A vanilla sky, names the time of day. Fresh Roasted Coco leaves by a coco bay, carpe diem, red snapper, rice a peas; hot summer day. ice cold teas; raspberry lemona, after lunch take a swim in the Bay; getting carried away. Life is Good; better, off, miles away. The boat swaying; I'm thinking bout riding your waves. things are currently looking like they're going that way.

two-piece bathing suit, not suited for adults- so it appears. What the naked eyes can see, my hands will adhere.

Your body is killing me slowly, I rather die. Crossing my fingers; the truth never lies. Your touch is keeping me ground; your *** gets me high. I don’t even know what I am talking about – I just know it sounds fly.
the title says it all
Styles Jun 2014
Weighing the strength of my hand down to a milligram.
Treat beef like green eggs and ham.
Million dollar man with a back up plan.
Standing ground, wherever I land.
Lady luck, playing my hand.
Over look, what they can't understand.
Too busy being a *****; I'm busy being the man.
silly
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