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Conversation of Heat and Mind.

Submitted by simplybigme on Thu, 17/11/2011 - 16:35

Mind: How are you Heart. It’s been trying s awhile since we last talk.
Heart: You know me at the moment. I’m still hurt. I have been trying so hard to push her away.
Mind: You know you needed time right.
Heart: I know…
Mind: So why have a heard time..
Heart: Because I still feel something for her.

MIGHTY OCEAN & A TINY WAVE...

Submitted by serene-soul on Sun, 06/03/2011 - 06:47

A Tiny wave,
Feeling sad...
Being despair, shedding tears, hates to be called as a part of ocean...

A Tiny wave,
Running fast...
Reaching the shore, wanting to touch the sky with her whole emotion..

A Tiny wave,
With dreamy eyes...
Wants to explore, discover unknown, denying all the caution...

A Tiny wave,
Trying hard....
Jumping high with all her strength to reach her extreme imagination....

I Wanna

Submitted by chici on Sat, 22/01/2011 - 23:24

I wanna go to bed
With you in my head
I wanna taste your tongue
I need to know how its hung
I wanna grab hold of your thigh
Make you my one and only guy
I wanna have dirty sex
The kind that gets neighbors vexed
I wanna wrap my legs around your hips
Come eat me like a sweet apple pie with those lips
I wanna make you scream my name
Watch how my ministrations leave no blame
I wanna see you face covered in sweat
You wanna too I bet

Superhero

Submitted by Landsley Alexandre on Sat, 04/09/2010 - 16:02

I feel like a superhero
When you are here, there is nothing I can’t handle
I am not so weak anymore, stronger than before
I think I might be invincible, you have me feeling like one in a million
I just thought I ought to let you know,
That I am starting to think, I am a superhero
No cape, no muscles, next to you just the feeling of being incredible
Superhero, superhero, that’s what I feel like, underneath it all.

The Faithful Streetwalker

Submitted by islandgirl_meet... on Mon, 14/12/2009 - 02:14

Its name... What is its name? It only hears a desperate whistle
Who owns this clothing that tightly hugs its back and sheers its front?
Who is this "me" it longs to remember? Questions...Questions...
It fears the ghostly moon as it stomps in the dark and windy street with golden sinful locks and smeared black tired eyes.

'God... Who is this being?' it asks a stray cat that loiters the back alley of Vatolli's Italian Cuisine
Walking...
It has stowed a book beneath its cradle, a springy mattress of no true owner
The big man in pimped-purple swag garmented in strings of gold and jewels--is he God?

Sin, hot sex, and disguise

Submitted by islandgirl_meet... on Mon, 20/07/2009 - 01:52

Come lay you on my bed of broken glass
I only breathe your air and feast your married blood
To sooth my mind and curse my lips
The dawn is breaking and soon the flood
Will drown us, at one with the mud

Shakes his blanket
dusts off his blood and existance
I howl at the moon in satisfaction and disgust
'twas never love just time consuming lust

Staring at her, the flood I shake and bow
I thanked her, the flood, walked away and sighed, "Wow".

-islandgirl_meets_cupid
(Breanna-Rose)

Macy - Chapter 2 - "Gary's Pull-Up!"

Submitted by nwalker on Wed, 27/05/2009 - 02:49

The drive down to the pull-up was a long one. Curving Hill side roads and underpasses, sharp corners and tunnels. Then came the long 40 minute halt at Zorba Creek, which was famous for moonlight lovers. The road was winding steep and high and Macy had to reach the pull-up by 9am. All the more, it was drizzling today and the road was wet making it very difficult for her to manoeuvre her 2000 Ford Explorer.

The pull-up was an old, refurbished tavern renovated with an outdoor and indoor seating space. Colored chairs and wooden tables were spread out to cover the roadside. The indoors lacked color but was still an attraction to its passers.

Macy - Chapter 1 - "Living in Brokasia!"

Submitted by nwalker on Wed, 27/05/2009 - 02:47

5:30am | Brokasia

It was one of those damp mornings that she had to get up to. Rising from her Murphy bed to open her thick draped curtains and letting in the twilight before sunrise filter in. Macy hated getting up early and the drizzling rain made driving down the hill even more difficult.

A small room, cramped with all her belongings and her childhood memories made up of all her possesions that she safeguarded from this materialistic world. Polaroid Pictures could be seen pinned up, hiding half of her tainted wall paper.

Working at Gary's pull-up was not the ideal job she dreamt off but it covered alot of her expenses as he new her parents. Macy was content with her life for now but wanted so much more. She recalls her first crush at Bimbo Bar downtown Brokasia where she met Steve. A 6ft 2'' Tall, fair and handsome pub owner.

Memory (Sexual Desire)

Submitted by adam starr 88 on Mon, 15/12/2008 - 21:01

Your eyes are the prize
You need to realize they hold no lies
I try to fantasize what you hold inside

As I come around we look up and around
See that no one is to be found
So I slide back around and lower you down to the ground

My fingers are screening through your hair
Gentle whispers are streaming through the air
I hold your hips dreaming without a care

Seeking the meaning of what love is
Weakening and weakening after each kiss
Flirting and kissing trying to get to those lips

You come to me as I let you in with ease
Baby go crazy, live out your fantasy
We’re constantly staring away from reality

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