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Thursday, September 19, 2013

Day After Birthday Introspection

My head is swirling with confusion.. What do I do? What is there to say? I have absolutely no clue where I'm heading or how I'm going to get there.

This is so fucking difficult. I struggle to keep from struggling.. It's redundant.. ass backwards.. I feel like I'll never get out of this hole.

Then, people want to be around me. Enjoy my company.. but I'm miserable! So, what the fuck?

Life is too short and I feel like my stress will be the death of me.

I'm not ready to die. Aurayah still needs me like I needed my mom. She left me too soon and there was nothing I could do. I can't stop struggling because she needs me to.. so she won't have to.

Damn.

Sunday, September 15, 2013

In Love Mentally.. (Meant To Be?)

He gets me completely

To have someone feel me
Gives me good feelings
My mind is reeling

A lover, a best friend
Someone to confide in
To bring on this something
These butterflies are jumping

Who, what, where, how?
I feel less than scared now
I'm high, won't come down
In so deep I could drown

Where are you taking me?
Not blinded, but can't see
The future, an epiphany
Of gorgeous things yet to be

Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Virgo the Vixen

Definitely lovin the feel of you, yours hands on me
Can feel my wetness secrete from deep in between
When you're not around I reminisce the whole scene
Often followed by an X rated dream

I know where my passions lie, what I wanna do
Can I just wrap my lips around the length of you
Make the muscles tighten from your neck to your toes dude
It's Virgo season and I wanna be a vixen for you

I'm perfect at the art of giving and I'm willing
To go down low, just imagine the feeling
Because no one would know, it would be thrilling
Your hands on my thigh has got my skin chilling

I can feel your sex coming out your pores
A look in your eyes that says you want more
I wanna do so many things with you behind closed doors
I wanna ride you slippery and wet until your dick gets sore

Sunday, September 8, 2013

The Devil's Rapture

Contrary to popular belief

I am not, positively not, a thief
It happened before I met her
Was already surrendered to the swelter
The devil had swept me onto sheets

Could be carrying his anti
Nine months that can't lie
I say, "No, it's not yours!"
My check on his chess board
But why did I deny?

A sweet bundle with his pupils
Where the hell were my scruples?!
Still reminiscing those acts
A secret we kept as a pact
Possible siblings have quadrupled

His blaze calls out to me
Blinding fervor invisible with ease
My thigh burns from his touch
A feeling I sinfully miss so much
For whose will shall I please?

Friday, September 6, 2013

In The Thick Of It

So, there we were getting along

We listened to some music, sang a few songs

Drank a couple beers, inhibitions getting low

Both silently wondering how far this will go

Your girl isn't around, though she's nice

This chemistry is hot, sweet and spiced

Your touch vibrates through me like an echo in space

I dreamed a kiss, opened eyes to see your face

Natural, it felt, to hold you in my palm

All night long I've lured with my charm

My body on alert sensing some sensual alarm

Before I could stop there was jizm on my arm

Your pleasure feeds me like hibernation to an epileptic

The rush of this forbidden feel keeps my thoughts hectic

I'm not all innocent, I actually expect it

This type of secret that ends with a medic