Vanessa Escopin Oct 2015
Mahal mo ko, Hindi kita mahal
Sinaktan kita, Hinayaan mo ko

Sabi mo wala akong pake sayo, Meron
Hindi kita pinaasa, Minahal kita

Ngunit bilang kaibigan lamang.
Styles Oct 2016
When we kissed;
           she used her tongue,
           to write poetry in my,
           mouth.
Styles Jun 2016
Let me slide my velvet tongue
up and down
the insides of your milky way
until I find my path
that leads the way
to yours heavens
bet you moan the whole way
One soft touch
and your ambisions slipe away
your body trembles
as my fingers play;
high notes, low on your body
silent screams slowly slip away
our bodies
press their luck
like human nature,
its in our nature,
to play that way.
Our bodies colliding
deep inside, I'm subsiding
my hips bucking,
yours riding mine,
my fantasy
you and me
in Ecstasy.
Styles Sep 2016
Text me your words
let them flash across my screen
picture them I may
imagining what they mean
wishful thinking coming true
is yet to be seen
the thoughts implied
paint a beautiful scene
these letters make you smile
in person they would make you scream
all these teasing you doing now may be funny
but, when karma comes around it will be in the from of me
Styles Dec 2016
To feel your mouth
on top of my mouth
your succulent lips
pressed into my lips
both of our tongues
speaking in tongues
feeling the weight of your body
pushing down on top of my body
feeling each other
dissolve into each other
souls mating forever
hope this feeling ends; never.
Hannah Mary Jul 2014
Holes in a wall give you a glance into a skeptical dimension
You see through, but have to ponder on what it is that you're seeing
The dimensions of life are an infinite amount
It just depends on how many eyes you have
And how your line of vision is aligned with the world
Many eyes make up for the blind
Styles Jan 2017
Your body speaks a language
I yearn to learn, so we can speak
To each other, in ways that make you weak
Styles Oct 2016
In his arms,
feeling his embrace,
she felt safe.

The right words,
at the right time,
at the perfect place.

Her eyes captivated
by his handsome face.
His hands gently placed,
around her tiny waist.

Two strangers,
eye to eye
as they come
face to face

Her lipstick
as their mouths taste
each other for the first time
a memory that will last a life time
a flavor savored by his body soul and mind
he made her body his temple
and she made his body her shrine.
Styles Sep 2016
Feeling your hands
on my skin
is when living my life
started to begin
so it was a struggle
but you let me in
i wanted to breathe your air
and you became my wind
Styles Sep 2016
Feed me your mouth,
      so I can satisfy my desires
       with the taste of our destiny.
      
       I long for the rush,
       from our lips, when they touch.
     symbols of each other,
signaling one another,
    our body language,
   speaking to,
us.

Lost in forever,
the moment consumed,
by passion
Styles Sep 2016
Bound by flesh; we are,
      oblivious to our minds,
      chemical reactions.
      Enamored with desire,
      our bodies collide,      
      driven by our actions.
      Engrossed by lust; thirsty.
      The primal rush;
      the absolute of attraction
      Prisoners of our passions.
      animal instincts
      of human nature; our habits
      we fashion.
Styles Dec 2016
Roses are red;
           Blindfolded are you
           dripping wet
           from the things I did to you.
imadeitallup May 2014
Blame it on
Your absent father
Your addict mother
Your unexpected children
Blame it on
Anyone, and anything
So you never have to
Take responsibility
For your own actions

It's the whiskey
That hit me
It's my own shards
That tore me apart
It's a malevolent God
That lied about love
'Cause you don't do anything

Blame it on
My fragile psyche
My insecurities
My "impossible" needs
Blame it on
Anyone, and anything
So you never have to
Take responsibility
For what you've done to me

It's the cigarettes
That stole my breath
The weight of my expectations
That broke my trust
The spinning of my own wheels
That drove me into madness
'Cause you don't do anything
Everyone has a jerk like this in their life.
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