How I yearn to break you off like perms.
But you remain kinked, tangled between my fingers, your texture. Your memories. Embedded in my fingertips, I reek of you. I lick you. I kiss you. I have become accustomed to....you. Tart and tangy yet tantalizing, I suck the slope between thumb and forefinger. I bite lightly on my palms, I suck your scent out of my nails; I invite you to taste my tongue. I drown you between thighs and I smush you against tits and I rub you against my legs like lotion; melt into me, layer me in your protection and let's fuck make love, make lust, make fudge. Make me taste like you. Make me melt like you and smell like you and smile like you and style like you and stiff and stuff it like you make it ruff like you.I want to be the wrapper in which you are contained. Let me embrace your crevices, your curves, your nuts.Let me keep you safe from other yearning fingers, because baby mines are experienced. My fingers have strummed against the strings of an unwilling heart and made it sing. My fingers have explored cold terrains and found warm beds. Sugar darling sexy baby, I know what to do to make you sweat...
Let's Fuck.
Sweet humid passion.
Hickies on your neck as I bite down hard and swallow.
Piece by piece I own you, I break you and I mold you into something beautiful as you fill up my throat.
I please you and I love you because the more I want you the more you give; you never stop giving, you never stop loving, you never leave, because you need my warm breath, and my wet mouth. Cum for me....
Shit, I Came too=)
Cotton panties stained with your drip drops. Bra smeared in your happy thoughts. Thank you for a freaky funky, bitter chocolaty good time...
Succulent bitch
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Saturday, July 4, 2009
I'll Never Be Your Beautiful.
Purging never felt so drunk.
Slurred words and bird's eye wide, trembling over troubles and stumbling over situations. Nauseated with your presence but never vomiting. Heads jerked to opposite sides so our gazes would never meet. Scoffs and coughs and blank stares. Such a reflex to flick the fuck you finger while verbally giving its definition. So quick to judge as if I was the gavel and gave the ultimate decision of justice[karma?]. So impaired that even the firework's light didn't show me the right side of your neck.
911 What's your emergency? My heart was ripped right from my chest and is barely breathing on the sidewalk. Slumped. Bruised. Bloody. Dying. CPR please. I need CPR. I need the comfort of his arms and his passion and his.....Flatline.
I did not survive his vicious attack of Lies. Of deceit. Of manipulation. Of cunningness. Of immaturity and idocrisy. I failed myself. I failed to love without you. I died in the arms of my murderer. Unmasked. Unscathed. And not guilty by reason of self defense.
It was considered my fault. I abused you with kisses and wore you down with hugs. I rubbed the right spots, I pushed the right buttons. I was consistent. I was content. But I loved you, I loved you and it was such a terrible thing to do.
Can't say I'm more sorry for you than I am for myself.
I fell in like.lovelust. with a Fucker.
Slurred words and bird's eye wide, trembling over troubles and stumbling over situations. Nauseated with your presence but never vomiting. Heads jerked to opposite sides so our gazes would never meet. Scoffs and coughs and blank stares. Such a reflex to flick the fuck you finger while verbally giving its definition. So quick to judge as if I was the gavel and gave the ultimate decision of justice[karma?]. So impaired that even the firework's light didn't show me the right side of your neck.
911 What's your emergency? My heart was ripped right from my chest and is barely breathing on the sidewalk. Slumped. Bruised. Bloody. Dying. CPR please. I need CPR. I need the comfort of his arms and his passion and his.....Flatline.
I did not survive his vicious attack of Lies. Of deceit. Of manipulation. Of cunningness. Of immaturity and idocrisy. I failed myself. I failed to love without you. I died in the arms of my murderer. Unmasked. Unscathed. And not guilty by reason of self defense.
It was considered my fault. I abused you with kisses and wore you down with hugs. I rubbed the right spots, I pushed the right buttons. I was consistent. I was content. But I loved you, I loved you and it was such a terrible thing to do.
Can't say I'm more sorry for you than I am for myself.
I fell in like.lovelust. with a Fucker.
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Random Emotions Evoked From Everytime by Britney Spears...
i never judged you or called you wrong. i called you living.
every breath was blown into a world that couldn't see you for who you really were.
only as an entity of something more important. but this "whole" of which you partly represented...that was never made clear.
you left her, and him, and them, and that, and it. you left me.
and i've felt shallow ever since.
it feels. unjust. a kiddie pool overrun with enough water to fill an olympic size pool.
yet i don't drown. but you don't dwell. so it's hard to determine who wins and who lost.
what is my prize for being so diligent, for memorizing your life and loving your life and being your life for so long?
am i allowed to find myself now? because i miss who i was. who i am. it feels. ugly.
can i have a kiss on my cheek?
i don't want to feel ugly. i want to feel. feelings. that actually make sense. but i don't know...maybe i'm supposed to be different.
Are you reincarnated in me? Am i You? I want me back.
Leave me be. Where I need to be. Where you should not trespass.
Leave me back in my arms.
I want safety of the unsafe.
every breath was blown into a world that couldn't see you for who you really were.
only as an entity of something more important. but this "whole" of which you partly represented...that was never made clear.
you left her, and him, and them, and that, and it. you left me.
and i've felt shallow ever since.
it feels. unjust. a kiddie pool overrun with enough water to fill an olympic size pool.
yet i don't drown. but you don't dwell. so it's hard to determine who wins and who lost.
what is my prize for being so diligent, for memorizing your life and loving your life and being your life for so long?
am i allowed to find myself now? because i miss who i was. who i am. it feels. ugly.
can i have a kiss on my cheek?
i don't want to feel ugly. i want to feel. feelings. that actually make sense. but i don't know...maybe i'm supposed to be different.
Are you reincarnated in me? Am i You? I want me back.
Leave me be. Where I need to be. Where you should not trespass.
Leave me back in my arms.
I want safety of the unsafe.
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