“We are all acoustic shells carrying around an anticipating rave of butterflies. They’re ready to dance the night away to irregular heart beats as soon as love walks on stage.”
Seductive satanic eyes engulfed in desire,
Sinful intentions of a lover’s perspire.
Hopeless romantic souls ready for a buyer,
Vulnerable virgin necks sold to the vampire.
Jack Frost lips embrace a frost bite,
A sensational winter’s breath delivered tonight.
An Eskimo kiss transitions away from the victim’s sight,
Chapped lips with mixed emotions start to ignite.
A burning sensation of a love affair,
Betrayal lingers in the way he stares.
Words and actions lure the love hungry heart,
Deprivation of physical intimacy melts her from the start.
Story of Your Life
(A shower song I wrote a while ago)
I got this ironic story,
of a girl like you.
She fell for a guy,
but then she crashed on
She was feeling hopeless,
you can tell in her eyes.
Her lips were dry,
her wounds from lies.
She looked at the sky,
counted the stars.
While she lied in the road,
hoping for cars.
A car pulled over,
a boy sprawled by her side.
Smiled and laughed,
their hands glide.
each others’ eyes.
This unexplainable warm feeling,
The moon lit sky,
turns to dawn.
She’s all sprawled out,
on someone’s lawn.
When she woke up,
she felt an empty hand.
The boy from last night,
was a dream in the sand.
There once was a man from France,
Who believed love was by chance.
He met up with a lass,
from an Internet class,
And left with a rise in her pants!
The Scars of a Rose
Drenched in tears of unrequited love,
my shoulder wants thee to stay.
Clenched fists ready to raise above,
my fingers block thy way.
Mixed feelings and emotions hinder thy smile,
dark intentions build up a sudden rage.
Fixed hopes and dreams will stay for a while,
thy heart will eventually heal with age.
Emasculate the beast with charges of voluntary manslaughter!
Alas, sugarcoated romantic gestures rekindle tainted chivalry.
No man shall speak daggers to any woman, even his own daughter.
Forecast identity fraud with a knight’s intent of lust and misery.
Overwhelming mental congestion for perfection,
socially influenced blueprints of future attraction.
Constructive criticism given by construction workers,
the labor of family and friends for reassurance.
A solid foundation of first impressions,
structured walls of growth and development.
Insulation of natural feelings and experiences,
ventilation to cool down the heated encounters.
Electrical wiring of an emotional and physical connection,
a circuitry of passion and romance with a light switch.
Hardwood flooring for candle lit dinners and ballroom dancing,
granite kitchen counters for intimate midnight snacks.
An attractive exterior siding to woo the public eye,
a secure lock of commitment on all the doors.
A roof of trust, and a picket fence,
and now, my love,
I’m simply yours.
A thousand words can paint an erotic masterpiece; one word can paint an inspirational sensation. A thousand mixed feelings are the products of lust and desire. One vulnerable exposed canvas sprawled across the bed to admire. The tip of my tongue is a lover‘s brush for sensual art. Close your eyes, my dear. I am about to start. Fingers slowly run through your hair to spark the night, gradually caressing your head just right. Eyes convey hidden desire, anticipation is on fire. Forehead kisses, Eskimo nose to nose, after two cheek kisses, watch where this goes. Passionately playful lips teasingly brush across your face, entice the hesitation of physical embrace. Dare make an intimate move too soon? My love, I am here to make you swoon. Lips left with anticipation and rage, dry from desirable intentions on stage. Let me perform the next talent of the show; the skin of your neck would taste amazing, you know? A soft gentle blow passes along your neck, a jolt of arousal, what else would you expect? Soft lips begin a seductive parade, you hold my chin close; my point was made. You cannot handle seductive sensual play; our lips embrace a passionate display. Affection of love, infection of desire, your face is red, drenched in continuous perspire. Bottom lip tugging makes me wild and ready, let our tongues glide and massage; just go steady. Run your fingers through my hair, while giving me that seductive stare. Do it. I dare thee, Juliet. Let thy tongue roam free, my neck is exposed and vulnerable for thee. Thou art of seduction is far from mine, please take a moment, I’ll wait in line. Kiss me gently, soothing to feel, penetrate my skin without making a meal. Teeth penetrate deep into my flesh, love bites exposed, publicity of an affair. Massage your nape at a slow pace, while I make a sudden escape away from your face. You feel my tongue wander further down, away from your neck, stopping upon arrival to destination. Shall I tease your cleavage with soft kisses that follow, while I caress your breasts in admiration? Mm please, may I wrap my tongue around this thought, the tip of my tongue can tease around a spot.
Your exposed nipples feel the passionate wrap with my tongue; hardening inside my mouth sparks arousal and reassurance. The tip softly brushes around, enticing mixed feelings of passion. Your hazy eyes give me consensual implies to move further down. Your hips are kissed upon request, your lips beg more, I suggest, I shall kiss across your skin, your waistline can feel how much shit you’re in. Tender lips teasingly kiss across your intimate line, the border control of abstinence and time. Your legs sprawl, your fingers start to grip, watch me, dear, as I make this trip. Your thighs are thick, beautiful and free; space is provided for fulfilling an ultimate fantasy. Shall I kiss what is exposed; miss the obvious? Thigh massages will slowly work their way through. Ah, inner thighs, did you think I forgot? Mm, watch me dear, I was never taught. If I kiss your inner thigh like this, feel pure bliss. Your body squirms, your legs spread apart. I shall come back later and work my way up to the start. Some waistline kisses, your stomach takes four, your hips say hello, and your chest is explored. Our eyes exchange a stare while you beg for more. Our lips embrace while I mount you on the floor. You feel my shaft teasingly taking a glide, across your lips before I decide. Our tongues depart, you crave my touch, I work my way back down as you start to clutch. You push my head further, assisting the way, the minute I arrive between your legs, “Now stay!” You have me straddled, your legs tighten the grip, you wish I could let go, making my tongue slip. Oh, honey, you don’t know me, please embrace, as I kiss around your lips, you should see your face! This prolonged foreplay? What is this you crave? Mm, baby, I am glad you shaved. Your mound is exposed, I shall kiss and tease. I love it when you breathe heavy, weak at your knees. Oh, three hundred more words for a thousand, can you handle the tedious wait? Oh, please dear, you know this feels great. My tongue gently massages across your slit, can I give your mound a soft gentle kiss? A rewarding opportunity of vaginal bliss, the sexual enthusiasm has caused all of this. Shall I trace my name upon your lips? My lover’s brush? As you wish. You feel the tip of my tongue with a slow passionate pace, why should I rush my dear, this isn’t a race. You feel your lips spread apart with a soft gentle blow. Do I really have to continue this show? The roses have yet to be thrown across the stage. I can hear it now, all the fuss and rage. Allow my mouth to explore, feel my lips tug yours, a deep penetrating feeling of a gluttonous romantic. I’m hungry for you, hungry for your desire. This emotional connection is invaluable to admire. Now, let me ask you, would you make love to me? Shall we go into the shower to fulfill another fantasy? Feel the hot water run across your skin, penetrating your neck while I’m deep within. I caress your body as I’m standing behind, passionately moving with a satisfying grind. The hot water runs run off your clit, while I’m massaging it. You turn around straddling me against the wall, I will mount you, try not to fall. I passionately thrust inside you and come out slow. You moan my name, “Tohhhh“. You forget my name, or you just can’t handle this, please be aware that I’m not done without a kiss. Fingers through your hair, one hand caresses my chin, a thousand words was enough for an epic win.