Between her legs, lies something that
every man seems to want.
A place where she should be able
to call her own, between her legs.
She feels that men only want her,
a true want, to have sex with her, and
walk away.
The breasts she has, they gain
stares from men passing by, tripping
over themselves to find a chance to touch.
When will she stop being looked at,
as an object of sex? when will a man
see her as someone he may spend his
life with?
Her hips curve, and she doesnt
want your hands on them, if your
just going to touch her skin.
She wants a man to touch her soul,
not just touch her skin, and run his fingers
where they do not belong.
What made these men think, she
is just a sex object, a toy that could be
put on display, and taken whenever they
like.
Between her legs, lies something that
every man seems to want.
Proud she is though, that she hasnt
given in, hasnt let a man touch where
he shouldnt be.
She feels men looking, wanting her
for an object just for sex, an object
that men can thrust, and walk away,
when all she wanted was to be held.
She is no object for sex, so close your
mind, and forget what you want, she is
a woman, she deserves more respect.
Look.
Smile.
Move into me.
Touch.
Caress.
Play with my hair.
Guide.
Hand.
Clothes over my head.
Taking time, wasting time.
Ever changing, ever ceasing.
Kiss me always, never stop.
Standing still will get you lost.
But hopelessly, and helpless I am.
Kiss.
Pull.
Penetrate me.
Tied.
Scream.
Take me all the way.
Move.
Slow.
Faster, and faster, I'll tell you so.
Take your time wasting time.
I'll guide you; tell you where to go.
Here, and there, and everywhere.
Let me go, and spin and fall.
I'm hopelessly, helplessly yours.
Lie.
Still.
Catch your breath.
Passion.
After.
The begining is the end.
Stop.
Go.
Sex is my favorite.
i will penetrate you
desecrate you
mediate you
tie you down
bind your arms together
then tie them to the bed
spread your legs
now, i look at you
sprawled out on the bed
both of us enjoying every second of it
now, i penetrate you
watching your face
your jaw drop
your eyes go half closed
listening to your moans
feeling your nails
digging into my back
peeling my skin away
feeling your teeth
piercing my skin
like dull needles
one at at ime
slowly breaking the skin
you taste my blood
taste quite good
the final thrust
brightens your face
with a lovely smile
that lets me know
i've done good
Some like it wet,
Some like it dry,
Some like it soft,
Some like it hard,
To some it’s just a few hours of fun,
For some it’s the true bonding,
Some like it with a group,
Manage a trios?
Hand Job,
Hard on,
Hug me,
Kiss you,
Fuck her,
Abortion,
Depression,
Condoms and Rubbers,
Doctor’s and mothers,
Lust and Foreplay,
Let it go away.
Love is a game
just meant to be played.
Love is a phrase
just overly clichéd.
It's dominated by cheaters,
players, and rule-breakers.
Where three words often said
are lies spoken by fakers.
Love is an emotion
and hormones are the cause.
Love is perfection
that brings out your flaws.
Young ones are swayed
into believing that it's real.
Soon concious of mistakes,
next fear is what you feel.
Love is a wish
desired by so many loners.
Love is a sight
shown off by its owners.
It's a sad pathetic world
when love is only wanted,
for the sake of having it,
and for it to be flaunted.
Love is a drug,
addictive and strong.
Love is a toy.
and you're strung along.
The endings are painful,
yet again you will start,
to end with more lies and tears,
and another cruelly broken heart.
Love is a reason
to be treated like dirt.
Love is an excuse,
an excuse to get hurt.
