Princess Hey..THAT IS SOOOOOO..SWEET! How are ya Chick?A true man doesnt need to romance a different girl every night, a true man romances the same girl for the rest of his life.!!!!
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“ROCK ON ROCKERS!!”
Since: Mar 11
Rockin' USA ;)
Princess Hey..THAT IS SOOOOOO..SWEET! How are ya Chick?
“I'm So Good When I'm Bad”
Since: Mar 12
But Still A Princess
Hey girl Im good how are you doing and TY..have missed ya..LY
“ROCK ON ROCKERS!!”
Since: Mar 11
Rockin' USA ;)
Chick, I am soooooo A-Okay! Tmail me if ya want to..computer issues ya know..LY ya also..Have FUN on the threads..going over to the Night Owl Saloon in a bit..wanna come along??? Bring Adrian with ya, if ya like..
She said: "when I woke up next to you, feeling like a ice pop
and I kissed your vermilion border, gave you my half of the sheets
you whispered in my ear, "no, I want you to be warm"
grabbed your jacket and placed it on my frame
you're so sweet like two stevia packets emptied on to my tongue
lemons and oranges couldnt be squeezed as good as your huggies
that one night, in my room, under the blacklight
my jokes were corny but I saw that paperwhite smile glow
along with your hippie acid tripping mushroom posters
remember when we ate out those few times
it made me happy when you enjoyed your food
I liked it when you enjoyed anything
those sparkling eyes your face carried always sunk me in deep
like an anchor approaching the ocean floor on top of hills that are really steep
when you were inside of me,
yeah... yeah, at first it hurt
then it progressed like my grades in junior high
but I'd like to not see you go now
double negative, I can't not see you anymore
it felt right, you felt left, so you left
just like the leaves depart from december twenty-first branches
you should be back soon and I'll wait
when you return, could we remake a copy of our last copulation?
in the backseat of your car or mine if I eventually get one
in your bed or even my own
behind the open house party next to that tree
me on top or you on top of me
link your pinky to my pinky and promise that you'll stay
just a little longer so we can grow for a bit
so we can be cacoons and become butterflies together
you can be high all the time,
in the sky I prefer....
The aspect of his fleshy clothes,--
The flying fabric stitched on bone,
The vesture of the skeleton,
The garment neither fur nor hair,
The cloak of evil and despair,
The veil long violated by
Caresses of the hand and eye.
Yet such is my unseemliness:
I hate my epidermal dress,
The savage blood's obscenity,
The rags of my anatomy,
And willingly would I dispense
With false accouterments of sense,
To sleep immodestly, a most
Incarnadine and carnal ghost.
and burns spots into my conscious.
The kindness of your words empty doubts planted
from years of self-lament.
The lovely spirit of your touch engulfs my senses
and leaves me restless.
Then I picked you a flower, and it withered in
your calloused hand.
You encourage progress, but through strict and
You're so close, I cannot breath.
Suffocated by your presence.
Thoughts that could not deceive.
Decaying along with my dependance.
Obviously shaking from lack of reality.
Unwillingly anticipating your unruly authority.
Exploded, but there's still some attachment.
Don't you think so?
We loved right down to the bone.
I hear the bones grind, I see
our two skeletons.
Now I am waiting
till you leave, till
the clatter of your shoes
is heard no more.
Tonight I am going to sleep alone
on the bedclothes of purity.
is the first hygienic measure.
will enlarge the walls of the room,
I will open the window
and the large, frosty air will enter,
healthy as tragedy.
Human thoughts will enter
and human concerns,
misfortune of others,
saintliness of others.
They will converse softly and sternly.
Do not come anymore.
I am an animal very rarely.
in the subtlety of your words
spoken in smoke and saliva
It is your gentle nature
I simply dissolve into
and the intensity of your eyes
has me straining gravity here
A ribbon of shadow
mimics the beauty of your form
and all this light-play
leaves me feeling bewildered
As you speak of meeting later
Iím capturing your scent
like a wolf in the night
anxious to hunt your body down
High up above the open, welcoming door
It hangs, a piece of wood with colours dim.
Once, long ago, it was a waving tree
And knew the sun and shadow through the leaves
Of forest trees, in a thick eastern wood.
The winter snows had bent its branches down,
The spring had swelled its buds with coming flowers,
Summer had run like fire through its veins,
While autumn pelted it with chestnut burrs,
And strewed the leafy ground with acorn cups.
Dark midnight storms had roared and crashed among
Its branches, breaking here and there a limb;
But every now and then broad sunlit days
Lovingly lingered, caught among the leaves.
Yes, it had known all this, and yet to us
It does not speak of mossy forest ways,
Of whispering pine trees or the shimmering birch;
But of quick winds, and the salt, stinging sea!
An artist once, with patient, careful knife,
Had fashioned it like to the untamed sea.
Here waves uprear themselves, their tops blown back
By the gay, sunny wind, which whips the blue
And breaks it into gleams and sparks of light.
Among the flashing waves are two white birds
Which swoop, and soar, and scream for very joy
At the wild sport. Now diving quickly in,
Questing some glistening fish. Now flying up,
Their dripping feathers shining in the sun,
While the wet drops like little glints of light,
Fall pattering backward to the parent sea.
Gliding along the green and foam-flecked hollows,
Or skimming some white crest about to break,
The spirits of the sky deigning to stoop
And play with ocean in a summer mood.
Hanging above the high, wide open door,
It brings to us in quiet, firelit room,
The freedom of the earth's vast solitudes,
Where heaping, sunny waves tumble and roll,
And seabirds scream in wanton happiness.
You've heard me, scornful, harsh, and discontented,
Mocking and loathing War: you've asked me why
Of my old, silly sweetness I've repented--
My ecstasies changed to an ugly cry.
You are aware that once I sought the Grail,
Riding in armour bright, serene and strong;
And it was told that through my infant wail
There rose immortal semblances of song.
But now I've said good-bye to Galahad,
And am no more the knight of dreams and show:
For lust and senseless hatred make me glad,
And my killed friends are with me where I go.
Wound for red wound I burn to smite their wrongs;
And there is absolution in my song
Siegfried Sassoon (1886 - 1967)
Surrender all that hurts, all that you can no longer bear.
There comes a point when you wanna give up,
Even when giving up for many means defeat, but no.
I wanna go back to that day when things are free,
Free that I could laugh at the top of my lungs.
I wanna go back to those days when all I wanna do is to pick flowers from my Mom's garden
Because those times made me feel that such place was paradise.
I wanna jump back to that very time when Mom tells me to sleep every afternoon,
but I was too stubborn that I just played around and ignored her words.
I wanna jump back to the time when Papa would let me go with him in his route,
and we'll play and haunt spiders all day long.
I wanna go back to those times when I'm still ignorant,
Ignorant that even small things could make me smile.
I wanna go back to those times when Papa would carry me from the sofa thinking I was fallen asleep,
but I was just pretending so he would carry me.
I wanna say now that if only I could go and turn back time,
I would definitely seize the moment,
Those moments when all that could hurt me is the wound from too much playing,
Not now that wounds come from my own decisions.
What remains is nothing but the pleasure of longing......very precious.
Longing purifies as does flying, strengthens as does an effort, it fashions the soul as work
fashions the belly.
It is like an athlete, like a runner
who will never stop running.
And this gives him endurance.
Longing is nourishing for the strong.
It is like a window on a high tower,
through which blows the wind of strength.
Longing,.....Virginity of happiness.
Without the thoughts that twist the words, that distort perception; what is conveyed, is... is... unconditional acceptance and love. In this simple concept we find solace, we find connection, we reach the precipice of and stare in awe at the beauty of the humane soul. Everything seems perfect.
By this perfection, given face value, we draw the ever permanent distinction between what what is black and what is white; what is wrong and what is right; what is virtue and what is moral travesty. For inherent to humanity is the eagerness, bias and extremity with which we represent the good and evil of this world. For who would believe that the "caretaker", wrought of good intentions, could be soiled in his actions?
The caretaker that empathizes with the troubled or broken soul is a testament to the honesty of a human heart; but he who enables others with his empathy becomes not the caretaker, but the "jailer". Through his conviction to ALWAYS be there, to sooth the hurts, to understand the pains and to maintain control... by those actions, he belittles them. The relief of empathy is only temporary. Empathy does not enact change, it is mere salve and bandage, it quells the aches for but a moment. And when they return, in their woes, the service of the empathizer becomes requirement.
For though empathy may be needed, with the power to forge a bond of deep understanding, its indiscriminate use only stunts. Personal growth, it is found by many paths in this world. We must grow and mature; let others do the same. Life is a journey with many opportunities but also many hardships, we are defined by these. If we are stunted by the empathy of others, in their quest to protect us, we will never grow, never achieve that which is greater, and never leave our "prison".
Virtue or vice... once again in the hands of the beholder.
“I'm So Good When I'm Bad”
Since: Mar 12
But Still A Princess
Someone who changes your life just by being a part of it.Someone who makes you laugh until you can't stop;Someone who makes you believe that there really is good in the world.Someone who convinces you that there really is an unlocked door just waiting for you to open it.!!!!!
Caramel sweet looking good in her pinstripe suit hair in a chignon looking dapper and alluring smile brilliant between perfect teeth scent of ancient queens eyes dark and seductive with a sense of longing and lonliness bearing the crest of all woman.
Tall sensual intelligent lover with her briefcase all business as I smile her way and she nods good morning hiding that smile I just made her day I relinquish a lily just to make her warm inside think of me during your power meeting drinks and dinner later lightly touch her cheekbone and a deep stare needing to know what makes a woman like you think about me all day what brings tears to your eyes so I'll never have the displeasure of doing so wrapping my vulnerability around you like a cloak keeping my whispers for your ears only giving you the secure feeling that I'll never want you to change or even feel bad about your skeletons because your past is not in our future as I walk along daydreaming of how your skin feels why you close your eyes as we kiss touching your fingertips and the way your lashes touch your face as you blush and show me your shy side the way you put your thigh between mine as we sit for lemonade
How you lean into me when we converse the cute way you lay your head on my shoulder and kiss my forehead when you feel affectionate stealing kisses while I sleep line the curve of your breasts with your fingers and watch me...the way you taste in the morning when I feel passionate before work and how you love me throughout the day without ever picking the phone you send your vibes through your soul to mine...
Goddamn you brown sugar, African-American woman, here on work transfer, and the way I feel when I melt into you.
Consentire che io esplorare la sua passione
gentle like a flower
your petals I touch
feeling the warmth between my fingers
that essence of you
drawing me under your spell
I want to conquer what you feel
out of the shell of inhibition
Let my fingertips titilate your fantasy
Allow me to perpetuate the myth that women do it better
allow me to penetrate you with mental intercourse
watch my lips part as I orally take you where you have never been
my eyes undressing that soul of yours
watching you hide your wanton desires to be my muse
painting your intellectual body on my canvas
abstract colors that make you explode
reaching that peak of yearning for my tender voice
soothing you with poetic caresses
yessssss you want it
and I am willing to give it
moans you utter
speak on it
tweak to it
arch your back when I scratch the spine of your keen sense of
making you want to appear naked before me
stripped of all natural identity
wanting me to experience your new fullness
and tasting of your cerebral nectar
and I am hungry
I am sitting here thinking
from the anticipation
of your grind
its on my mind and
might I just ask for a
slight lick of my lower lip
your tongue nice and thick
that cute little dip
the thing you do to make me tick
may I just daydream
the fantasy of laying down
my flower to you
to bud and blossom
open my thighs to seduce you
with my sweet honey
petal for you to suckle on
my sexual bee
soft supple mounds
my breasts heaving
to the thought of your touch
I want it so much
take me in that way
make me tremble with delight
nibble on my belly button
reach that spot
I am hot
I want your fingertips
body on mine
doing that grind
damn you are nasty
I like it
you are so fine
those eyes burning a hole
in my sexual being
you like making me trip
over my desire
but I am twisted
ass in the air
waiting for your arrival
with you behind me
making me moan just for you
“I'm So Good When I'm Bad”
Since: Mar 12
But Still A Princess
In your absence my heart grows stronger. In your presence I fall in love again!!!!!
Here I am inside of my thoughts of you
Pounding rhythms in my sextet
Warm hearted processes of my fantasies of
Together beautifully marked and bound together like a lullaby slumber movements of moments embraced as your percussion strokes my strings as my mouth moves to your base,
My conductor goading and guiding me teaching me bringing me to my knees as we submit to the art of thinking just being like sculptures on the grass beautifully laid open for viewing pleasures untold so masterfully hidden is the meaning drawing your own conclusions....
Tenderly wishing hoping damn you watch me as I have yet to skip a pace miss a beat in tune with your soul playfully gleefully abiding by the rules of engagement making no sudden moves only innuendoes and inside this closet space in the dark recesses of your passion cave......
I undress your soul and peel back the complexity like petals from a flower and expose your mind your dreams your fantasies your clandestine emotions to meet mine somewhere in between our kisses.
Taking a moment to breathe
The way you kiss me
the way you lean my neck to the side and nibble down my throat
my nipples rise and fall to your tempo
seducing me lovely
the caress of your fingertips tracing my spine
the way you lock your thighs with mine
loving how you trace my lower lip
with your tongue....
our breasts touch
I arch my back when you grab me
around my waist and pull me close
our eyes search one another for surrender
your hands cup my ass
you bend your face
and lean into my chest and inhale me
my fingers run through your hair
in earnest moan
I tremble when you bite my shoulderblade
I feel your nipples against my back
as you cup my breasts
and your pelvis hard against my ass
you brush my bellybutton with your ring finger
playfully rake my hair above my pussy
tracing the v between my hips
teasing my calves
you kiss the space above my ass
your nails align my back
you pull my hair as we tongue kiss
I feel your wetness
and your hardness on my body
at the same time
fingering my clit
between your thumb and forefinger
a light gentle lick of my earlobe
my honey drips
you tease my openness
while you longingly kiss my mouth
sucking my lips
I can't breathe
I want to cum
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