#yakuza
When you suckle my bosoms
I feel the love I never felt with you
As you go from one ***** to another
I moan your name sweetly as you star
Spilling your *** in me as we kiss
I note the tattoos on your whole body
It makes me desire you even more
In love (I think) with you!
When you run your finger through my hair
and the other teasting my womanhood
I want to devote my life to us but I am told
That you can not be with a woman. It saddens
Me when you say that but that you also love
Me sweetly! As I touch your face I see that you are
Crying. I want to kiss them way from your worries
And take them too. But then you say
That we can not be together anymore. And it hurts me
But I still wait for you as I still love you, then I have to run out the
Back as you continue to gambling with dice
I envied your boss and your code! I wish I was your code
How I ache for you!
Jan 4, 2025
Jan 4, 2025 at 5:53 PM UTC
Bully I can see you seeming
As you know I have
PTSD
You act a fool,
I will teach you a stunt
I will try stunt
As I glitter
Sep 30, 2020
Sep 30, 2020 at 8:42 PM UTC
I am
Not afraid
I shall follow him through fire
I shall follow him through water
I shall die for him
Love him
For he is my father
You only get one of those.
Aug 30, 2019
Aug 30, 2019 at 7:16 AM UTC
When she died
Te fem yakuza
Said to her minions
That she will be
Reborn in the stars
Lo and behold
One stargazer
Saw the infamous woman take
A puff from her cigarette
Is this the fem fatal of Japan.
Aug 28, 2019
Aug 28, 2019 at 9:28 PM UTC
In the alley
Behind a night club
We make out
Kissing until our mouths hurt
You whisper some sweet
Then you tell me that
You told your yakuza family
About the marriage.
You take me to a
Low rent, dark and ***** dive
Where no ones goes to
We make love there
Passionately
Yet playfully
I just go to freshen up
That’s when I heard the popping sound.
When I return
The bartender called the police
And you are laying there
We had a last chance to kiss
Then you died peacefully in my arms
I take off you fine chain
Something to remember you by
And left.
I couldn’t bare to see anymore
And I leave you behind
Although you’re my beloved
I ran.
Feb 2, 2019
Feb 2, 2019 at 7:07 PM UTC
Yuan, you told me
Something so
Deeply sad
And depressing
Where the bosses
Would hide themselves
With their love in a temple
Hoping to be spoken about ever.
Feb 2, 2019
Feb 2, 2019 at 6:58 PM UTC
After we made love
We kissed
I lay on your tattooed chest
And I drew circles
Loving around your ******
With my finger
You say that
You wanted
Me to be your wife
How can I say no
So I kiss you
As away of saying “i do”
Feb 2, 2019
Feb 2, 2019 at 6:50 PM UTC
As the lights are
Dimmed in your appointment
You come in
I lay in your bed
With a samurai sword
I won’t bite
I just know that they held
By me
Would fuel your inassiable hunger
For me
As you climb in you take the sword
And you kiss me deeply
As if we have been
In a while
You stroke me gently
As flirt with you
I was aching for you
When you
With skilled timing
Enters me
I bite my lip
With pleasure.
Feb 2, 2019
Feb 2, 2019 at 6:45 PM UTC
As I kiss you
I am kissing you
Out of love and play
Not as my form karate instructor
But as my lover
My forbidden yakuza
Lover
When you creep up
And surprise
Me
I don’t know if I should
Kiss you
Or tease you playful
Who’s pet is who’s?
Feb 2, 2019
Feb 2, 2019 at 6:38 PM UTC
My darling Yuan
I didn’t want to leave
For I enjoyed and loved you
I felt safe.
I ask if we can be
Together once more
As we have our ways with
Eachother
Erotically and playfully
We whispered steamy
Sweat nothings.
Feb 1, 2019
Feb 1, 2019 at 8:16 PM UTC
When I come into
Your appartment
To be with you
Yuan Matsumoto
I was surprised
At the look of you
The evil yakuza
Version of the Dalai Lama.
I find you to be handsome
As we playfully
And passionately make love
I felt pleasured
And loved
My my Karate instructor
Turned lover.
Feb 1, 2019
Feb 1, 2019 at 8:09 PM UTC
While My former instructor
Yuan
And I asked if I could
Play with one of katanas
I then went and licked the blade
Trying not to cute my tounge
Slowly while he watched
He complained
That the sword should be him
I then did the same to him
All over him
But slower and more affectionate
I pleasured him
And loved him.
Soon love poems
Started to come up
When I slept in
When realized Yuan was
With his crime family
I kept writing love poems
And hide them all over the appartment
We were together
Until
I felt the need to go home
Matsumoto promised that we
Would stay in touch
When I got to upper Manhattan
To live with a friend
And mother my children
I took the time to sand him steamy
Love letters.
Which we responded with more steaminess
After a while I wrote back
And never heard from him
Until one of his associates
Wrote back saying that
Oyabun Yuan Matsumoto
Died in peace.
Then I learned that you killed your self
Too much hallucinogenics
I died cherish you as you
Deserved
But instead fell for my karate instructor
Yet again.
Jan 5, 2019
Jan 5, 2019 at 9:42 AM UTC
When we were making out
In the moonlight
All was great
Until you muttered
Something strange in tibetan
I was creeped out and
Ask what you said
You said that you
Were a Buddha
I freaked out some more
Until you said that
My moonlit beauty
Made you achieve enlightenment
I took it as a compliment
We continued to couple
But in the morning
While we made love
You said that you were going to announce your
Achievement to everyone
It only got worse
Soon I missed my period
I wasn’t stupid
And I got afraid
So I had to leave
For the sake of the child
So I run away back to the us
Before you came back to me.
I had a woman sneak me to the nearest airport
And I left but ended up in Japan
In the city of Osaka.
Because I need medical attention
To see how many kids I had
multiples were confirmed
As I was leaving
I heard a familiar rough voice
Call out my name
I turned around
It was yuan Matsumoto
He asked me to come with him
After he was looked over
When we were both discharged
yuan took me to his high end
Appartment
There my old sensei and I talked
I said that I was in Tibet
But he did not get angry
“Let me see, that twirp dragged you?”
I said yes and he gave me a hug
And we made out
Soon we made love
As if you never knew.
I just had one question
That he wasn’t going to cut my heart out
Yuan Matsumoto gently kissed me
Reassuring me that he was only jealous
At the time
I wanted him.
He gave me his mother’s ring
And said that
He was in love with me and wanted me for life.
My yakuza and I kissed deeply.
Jan 5, 2019
Jan 5, 2019 at 9:31 AM UTC
I did not go back to the dojo
Again
But the love letters
Kept coming.
I ended up only teaching you
And then you
Taught me your Tantra and karma sutra
I could feel love and pleasure with different poses
That we were linked spirituality
We did this every day
And normal making out.
One evening
You were out
I know were confronting
My sensei
And came back with a severe black eye
And a **** on your arm
From a katana
Thank god it was just skin deep
And the hospital was not involved.
“That guy threaten to cute out your heart and cute off my head
I am calling the police and tell them he’s Japanese mafia”
You said
We spent the night
At the police station
I had the letters
As evidence
And where he lives.
A few days later ended up with the dojo to my self and my instructor turned lover was in prison
And being deported back to japan.
In a way my dream came true
Thanks to human stupidity.
The appartment up top
Looked like someone was still
Living there
And the weapons he
Taught me to use
Frightened me to death.
Jan 5, 2019
Jan 5, 2019 at 9:14 AM UTC
In the morning I made love to you
And taught you everything I knew
Then I left
To be with my secret lover
Sensei Yuan Matsumoto
I made love to him and we ate together
He noticed the Om mani Padme hum
Near my womanhood
And asked if I was tibetan
I said that I was Irish
“Good beautiful, because I am part Chinese and Japanese”
“It was loud mouths idea,” I said coldly as if you were ****
He looked like an evil, pasty, glasses less, tattooed
Version of the Dalai Lama
He had only compassion
And gentleness
For me
Soon I spent nights with him
This continued for months
Almost a year
I had to go back to you
So yuan and I wrote **** love letters to eachother.
And we would have the affair
Before class
You were welcomed back
And you got strange when Matsumoto winked at me
You asked what was going on
And that you’ve read every sorted
Letter
You weren’t angry
But curious and worried
I said it was because I thought
You were gay
“Boris, yes I **** your sensei girl friend” yuan said.
Embarrassing
I left and went back to your appartment
And curled in bed and cried
Until no tears came out.
You rushed in
Saying that you will always love me
You climbed in
And we ended up making love though I was shamed.
You kissed my tears and my face and mouth
“Boris you are a wonderful person”
You said that you were only on this planet to love me.
Jan 5, 2019
Jan 5, 2019 at 9:06 AM UTC
There in Carleton Place
Was a female tibetan
Yakuza
Who looked at her tantric
Tattoos on her back
At the lovers in the tattoo
And cries
As it reminds of her
Monk lover she left
In another life.
A life in mideval Tibet.
Wondering where he is
In life.
Dec 26, 2018
Dec 26, 2018 at 9:48 AM UTC
There's a flower in between the rocks
Undesireable unless one seek the flower
In cravices in the shadows of ***** towers
Procure trade on whims of nameless men
Openly or in disguise she thrives due to
Demands, in decadence of her world
The underworld enslave her soul
Like the geisha in *******
Decries a social stigma
Imposing upon her
Remove her off
The streets if
you will
But
She
Will
Come
Back sprouting
Amongst people and rocks
Enticing yet perceived as weeds still.
Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 6:51 AM UTC
Tears rush down my cheeks
My nose runs
I desperately scrounge for Kleenex
You stand and stare awkwardly
Unapologetic for your cruelty
You're safe for now; I'm still crying
But once this flood stops
And I figure out exactly how much is your fault
You'll die
I still have ten seconds of bawling
You have ten seconds to run
Run to Ecuador and become a drug dealer
**** off the Yakuza in Kyoto
Double cross a gang of Trinidadians
Become an alcoholic gold miner
All of these are less consequential than what I plan to do.
Any place is safer than in front of me, so you'd best be fleeing.
Ten seconds ************
Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 8:44 PM UTC