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Press your mouth
Hard
Onto mine
Tonight
I don’t care who I am
Only who I’m with
And I need
To be
With you
Just hold me now
Entwine your fingers
In my hair
And let your gliding hands
Whisper all the secrets
You will never tell me
Push me down
And keep me here
I’d rather suffocate
Under your weight
Than ever come up
For air
Again
Let me feel your skin
On mine
Ignoring the rising heat
Because I’m so lost
In your eyes
In the passion
That becomes us
I only want
To feel you
Because togetherness
Is what I crave tonight
To hold you close and
Make tangible our Love
So push yourself
Deep within me
And touch me
So serenely
That with each loving caress
I feel our souls
Converging
Because I am only ever complete
When I am combined
With you
I give myself
To you totally
Hard
Onto mine
Tonight
I don’t care who I am
Only who I’m with
And I need
To be
With you
Just hold me now
Entwine your fingers
In my hair
And let your gliding hands
Whisper all the secrets
You will never tell me
Push me down
And keep me here
I’d rather suffocate
Under your weight
Than ever come up
For air
Again
Let me feel your skin
On mine
Ignoring the rising heat
Because I’m so lost
In your eyes
In the passion
That becomes us
I only want
To feel you
Because togetherness
Is what I crave tonight
To hold you close and
Make tangible our Love
So push yourself
Deep within me
And touch me
So serenely
That with each loving caress
I feel our souls
Converging
Because I am only ever complete
When I am combined
With you
I give myself
To you totally
Literature
sex
two people completely connected
feeling incredible senses
everything else leaves their minds
for that short momemt in time
all you feel is this incredible pleasure
all you want is for this feeling to remain
and it is so hard to contain
so you moan and scream
nothing in the world feels as good
it seems like a dream
as it gets harder and faster
you get to feeling like you are in completely ecstasy
you begin to hear a beat, a melody
you may slow it down and change positions
but all of it is so delicious
bodies become sweaty and moist all over
and dirty wetness is so wonderful
the intensity becomes stronger
it won't last much l
Literature
Sex.
Love is lusting
Love is trusting
Love is thrusting.
Minus two
if you do-
But know
that Sex
is a vex;
A curse
for the worse.
A voice
without choice.
Indeed,
to lope
and cope.
Pulling the pieces
Through nephews and nieces.
Making mingle
be single.
Singular-
Like the word unheard.
But those
who speak
are weak.
Just fuck
and with luck -
The Sun
will shine
Devine.
But those who care
will spare;
Those who live
will give.
But what is life
without Sex?
A goddamn vex.
Literature
Missing You
Missing you so much
Everyday when your not around
My heart aches even more
You fill the void
The void thats been missing
For some time now
That hasen't been filled
In a long time
But now that I'm with you
The void is no more
You make me feel so good
But I miss you so bad
I'd do anything to see you
Anything in the world
Right now all I want
Is to be with you
The sweetness of your personality
Your voice is sweet
All I want right now
Is to be with you
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Hmm not sure when I started this one, was a while back, but put the "finishing" touches on it on 2/1/05.
This Is For Him.
This was once going to be part of a series of five. I've since ditched the idea of a series.
I wrote this poem in tenth grade. It is very far away, and it shocks me how popular this poem is. This is not my best work in any respect but it gets more attention than everything else in my gallery combined. Why? Because sex is in the title. Sad truth.
If you could suffer to comment, I would much appreciate it. If you could take a gander at my gallery, well... that'd be great. I'm just so selfish that I want people to read better than this.
I appreciate the favorites, but would like something more. Selfishselfishselfish.
This Is For Him.
This was once going to be part of a series of five. I've since ditched the idea of a series.
I wrote this poem in tenth grade. It is very far away, and it shocks me how popular this poem is. This is not my best work in any respect but it gets more attention than everything else in my gallery combined. Why? Because sex is in the title. Sad truth.
If you could suffer to comment, I would much appreciate it. If you could take a gander at my gallery, well... that'd be great. I'm just so selfish that I want people to read better than this.
I appreciate the favorites, but would like something more. Selfishselfishselfish.
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Seriously DOPE... Your words flow effortlessly. You paint an intense picture of physical love.