You aren't entirely charmed to being whipped, if you don't take a moment to see what being merely "whipped" is even about. Showboating a charmed effect for something other than something else to "whip" itself back into shape! Lust! Ecstasy! All charmed effects without anything being whipped normally. When being whipped by a single charm defies ALL expectations for normal anticipations to fall prey to. Creating a very frustrating hypnotism functionality. Whilst also creating a very flustered trance that none can escape alone!
Charmed to be whipped isn't the countermeasure to some "doubtful" conclusion! It's meant to usher you forward without anything else seeping through to cancel out all incoming efforts (normal wise).
hands like feathers searching through my heat sweet sounds echo through our walls the words he speaks are wisdom to me my body, his teeth vague curses to deep I take a picture, two minds intertwined. two lives unwind. he makes this work, oh, my love. maybe his hands will bring me whole while, fleshy vessels pumping blood ache selfishly for his touch he's mine. even with my sick mind.
My girlfriend won’t canoodle. I’M not sure what’s amiss. She refuses to even cuddle And slaps me when I kiss. She pulls away from me when I try to cradle her in my arm. It’s like she thinks I am a creep Who intends to cause her harm.
Once I thought she was shy Because she avoided my eyes. Now I think she it is because She’d rather I didn’t try. I'D catch a look on her face That goes away almost never. I can’t just keep buying her things Well, at least, not forever.
When we go out together She tends to hide her face. I have noticed she walks fast And I almost have to race To manage to walk beside And not fall too far behind. I think if I just went home She really wouldn’t mind.
I may have started with her With the wrong tactics. It’s just that pretty women do Tend to turn me into a fanatic. So I let her have her way Did everything she wanted, As long as our relationship Was never overtly flaunted.
I guess I am such a wimp That takes too long to see That what was wrong was her, And was never really me. I’ve never known what’s wrong I’ve done everything I can. I didn’t even break up with her When I discovered she’s a man.
Light and puffy Soft and fluffy It goes on strawberries Shortcake And pie You know you love it Do not lie Take a whiff I guarantee You’ll smell a fine dessert just for thee Cold and whipped Soft and creamy How do they make it so dreamy? Savory and sweet Gleaming and white What a tasty delight! With a hiss and a swish The can shoots whipped cream With a soft squeal I begin my meal
Do not criticize You know you’d do it too When a delicious dessert Comes your way How could you sit back and say “Nay”?
I’m going to solve my problems By fixing you! That sounds like the perfect thing For me to do. Life would be fine for me if you Did not insist On carrying on all the time and Getting me ******.
You keep on ignoring me when I Tell you what to do. Everything would go just right. It’s up to you. Do what things like I tell you to It’s best for you. You never manage things as Well as I do.
I’m amazingly organized and You are not. You haven’t the gift for it like I have got. You’d just mess things all up For me to fix. I’m not stupid, you know, I’m Onto your tricks.
You get the wrong thing because You did not hear What I was saying went in and Out of your ear. Things always need to be done A certain way. And they would be if you would just Recall all I say.
I swear I don’t know what you’d do Without me. You’d turn into some kind of major Chaos factory. We’re much better off if you just Do as you’re told. This petty bullheadedness is Getting rather old.
Because all that is wrong with me Is the stuff you do. I would be a success story if it Wasn’t for you. You manage to ***** things up by Not following rules. Nothing would ever get built without The proper tools.
But things will get better soon, I promise you that, Because a hot new slugger has come Up to bat. I’m taking over everything so You just lean back. In no time at all I’ll have your life Right back on track.
you’re my cup of coffee at 6:45 AM smell dancing like incense in the middle of pooja warm as the sun peaking out shyly behind the horizon richly sweet caramelized sugar pearly cream and bitter like the small things i dont know about you yet.
but when you touch my lips the bitterness i can swallow with the sweet and the sweet i savor with every taste bud on my tongue.
before i head out the door at 7 AM i kiss your forehead and wash out the emptied mug but the taste of cappucino lingers at the corners of my mouth as i wave good day to you.
and when i return at 5:30 PM limbs pathetically sown on with prayers empty rivers landfills of worry time ticking like a heartbeat the aroma wafts around me again like a scarf.
in your embrace i fall asleep with dreams of whipped clouds and love at the cafe.
Have you ever been in a gruesome exercise that requires you to focus but then you start to think about her and you literally forget to breathe because just by thinking of her she stole your breath away? Have you ever been in a situation whereby all you want to do is draw a canvas of her uniqueness with words but the moment you begin to write about her its blank? Its like she is worth more than what I can write about her, she's perfect,beautiful, smart, unique, funny and I can't seem to put it down because words aren't enough. Have you ever been surrounded by thousands of people but without her you seem to be alone and lonely. Have you been in a situation whereby the world has turned against you and all you want to do is cry but when you think about her all you do is reminisce your moments and all the pain fades? Well that's where I am right now. She's countries away from me but each day when I receive a text from her my heart begins to race, my palms become sweaty and I'm immediately nervous because each day all I want to do is impress her,make her smile and laugh because she's worth it. You know I'm afraid of going to sleep because then I won't be able to talk to her but yet i'm excited because I get to meet her in my dreams. I'm afraid of waking up because I have to leave her in my dreams but I look forward to the day because I get to spend it all on talking to her. She makes me happy and honestly its been a long time coming feeling like this.
Only harms the lactose intolerant Just think of the relevant mess We could make with a shake And the click of the lid, as I rake your mind for reasons we should Rather than shouldn't I'm going to go there You could 'come' too and wouldn't it be fun
To make a relevant mess for once
Now take your clothes off before I'm forced to paint them white...
How can you spit fire- on earth’s back? a hot breath that puckers a wind's crack Your eyes, fill up the Heavens a distant so far and When you were in motion, I thought you a shooting star When I was motionless, You became the orbit to my sphere but You spit fire, spilled it and burnt my earth’s atmosphere With jettisons to blow soft kisses to try and lull it away but with a harsh bite to open a closed wound in pain Your flutters, they fill up my stars with a searing heat When you're in motion I tethered with you with you when I need retreat I orbit around you, and I am unwillingly your shooting star