#grinding
She comes in waves.
In vibration, pulsating;
In a silken grave.
Writhing, in pain and in pleasure;
Gyrations, a grind of leisure.
Bucking in the saddle;
Riding hard, and giving pressure.
On the range, right at home;
One who meets the measure
Jul 27, 2023
Jul 27, 2023 at 12:23 PM UTC
On the whole kindness equals weakness thing,
I question any piss-nettle licking bulldog
who with merry abandon will slobber, chase and
bark bark bark at tired rabbits
to hide the bare patch where real ***** should be
Glorious, true strength comes from settling into
another’s shoes and sadness
and making both a little lighter
while still achieving arbitrary, stunted targets
set by dim witted stumps getting paid way too much
May 27, 2021
May 27, 2021 at 12:57 PM UTC
See when I first thought about love I would jump to random **** like only reason ppl would love me is if they could cheat then I found out that people like me for me and then i found out that I'm worth more to other people then I thought I was and to the one I love most I just wanna say I ❤️ u and wanna be together forever and I'll love u as long as possible
Mar 29, 2019
Mar 29, 2019 at 12:13 AM UTC
~Mature Content~
Slip your leg beteeen my thighs
Feel the moisture and heat
As I slowly grind on you
Pleasuring myself using your skin
Lost in moans and whimpers
As my honey coats you
Unapologetically
My core flooding with need
Eager to find friction
Tempo increasing
Sighs of release
Muted against your chest
❧
Feb 21, 2019
Feb 21, 2019 at 4:24 PM UTC
Who has the keys to this Wednesday night?
I wanna ******* drive, I'll take the exit
off I-90
and these bloodshot eyes
they won't slow me down
or catch up until bar time.
Greyscale cityscape--it's blurred out size
can dissemble time
and make a smudge out of our plights.
Not asking questions.
I won't need to lie
if I just keep quiet.
Not gonna slow
me down.
Not this time.
Door to the weekend has started creaking
and leaking light.
But my threshold's high
and we're not on foreign ground.
Dim reflection in your shouting eyes
calls for some more time
so it's one more round
and keep running for a place that's high.
Not gonna stop until these blurring lights
and my X'd out eyes
can make a streak out of my sight.
No further questions.
I don't mean to pry.
So I'll just keep quiet.
Deal is, you've gotta
hide
me tonight.
Let's pitch the keys to this Wednesday night
and ditch this beat-up ride. Let's make our exit.
Torch these bridges,
flee through rainy night.
They can't stop us now
or catch up until bar time.
Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 5:40 PM UTC
Dark metal grinding, stabbing static.
Aspiring chirps, and growing panic.
A glitch in the symphony,
a sudden epiphany.
The choir grows quiet, the church bells silent.
Absence of light, darkness takes flight.
Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 8:47 AM UTC