Ink draining away
Lifeless
Fading
Like Life
Passion
Yearning
To continue on with words
But can't
Ink slowly gone
Throwing the pen to the side
There are many others
Pick one up
And continue writing...
A caress upon the shoulder, and a shudder at the touch
A rising, mounting tension as two heart begin to race
Unleashing pent-up passions with the one they love so much
Fingers flow through flowing hair behind a smiling face
Slowly she removes his shirt, and he returns the favor
Hungry tongues indulging in their craving for a taste
Torn between desire to be lingering and savor
And giving in to pounding lust, to finish up in haste
They savor all the suckling, then their hands increase their roaming
His fingers find her eager,ready, knowing what she craves
Gentle, hot caresses start her shuddering and groaning
Sweet release and ecstasy, a chain of ocean waves
The surf is pounding harder as he consummates, with kiss
Her lustful throes of ecstasy, somehow fulfilling more
And as each wave is crashing she cries out in anguished bliss
Her pulsating contractions bring him closer to the door
Drenched in sweat and panting, still she makes one more ascent
And as she peaks, her insides quake - she pulls him through the gate
They thus convulse together til all energy is spent
And then recline embracing as their sensual highs abate
A last caress upon the skin, a smile at the touch
A waning tension fizzles as two heart, as one, unite
Lingering in nakedness with one they love so much
Then drifting off to slumber after one last kiss goodnight
Writers block
More intimidating than the schoolyard bully
Blank, fresh paper;
A never-ending sea of white that begs to be stained
Pen in hand,
Ink drips from its tip, yearning to become art
Before the creativity runs dry
Suspended in midair
It fails to deliver.
I come with strings
intricately laced
through the tight holes
I'm soulless, yet I have a sole
It is made of leather
to protect me
through each and every step
in my short life
My purpose is to give comfort and pleasure
when and where it is needed
and protect myself from being
beaten down
At first glance
you see the outer beauty
that emanates from my body
My stitching
A work of art
It keeps me
from falling apart
In time, my exterior
will crack and peel
Eventually, I will be tossed aside
when I no longer fit snugly
around his body
and no longer serve a purpose
in his life
Broken and mended
I now belong
to whoever will have
this old shell
of a once beautiful creation
Used and abused, I am a woman.
Roads less traveled are the ones for my feet
To tread upon, step by weary step
Stumbling from the uneven pavement
Catching myself before falling
Only to stumble yet again and skin my knee
Fresh sticky blood running downward
Landing drops upon my tired toes
Go unnoticed as I walk forth
Road curving and twisting as a carnival ride
Semingly endless in my blury sight
Leading me onward to life
Love and laughter; trials and sadness
Looming ahead like the ending
Of a movie or a fine meal
That last bite of dessert
But give me the road less traveled
For the other choice is the norm
Where I have never belonged
They arrive in a menacing whirlwind
A whirlwind of painful emotions
They lift me up in their upheaval
Slamming into me over and over again
I would rather feel pain, true physical pain,
than feel these chaotic emotions
They are tearing my head up inside
claws rending my flesh viciously
I'm breaking down slowly, I cannot last much longer
I can feel my strength slowly fading away
The stresses of my everyday life are too much
I'm losin the never-ending battle for my sanity
The two anchors that once held me so steady upon this river
Are breaking away, leaving me to sink into darkness
They want nothing to do with me, they want freedom
My heart is torn asunder, confusion running its course
Like a poison threatening to suck the life of me
But I have no one to blame but myself for that idiocy
I made a mistake and it will forever cost me
And he will have a secret place in my heart for always
This is all too much to bear; I feel the walls closing in
The need to break free imminent, as the whirlwind continues
It's driving me down, digging me so deep into the ground
I'm buried alive, I can't breathe, I can't think, I'm fading
My nightmare is drawing closer, it's only weeks way
A morbid anniversary haunting me every year, dragging me back
Waiting to be relived in my dreams violently overtaking me
I pray that I don't fall asleep, to keep it from claiming me
But here I stand alone, bracing myself for its arrival
There is nothing I can do to stop it, sleep will come eventually
Pain. A single word. Short and sweet like the events that precede the emotion. An emotion invisible to all eyes. Except the one it is home to. Eyes that are as blue as the ocean and as captivating. They have to be mysterious. Deep, dark, and elusive. Eyes...the window into ones heart. Not mine though. My eyes lie. Deep enough to drown. To drown the emotion in. Dark enough to hide the tears that rain down. To wash away the pain. They lie to save others the pain, of bearing my blue memories. Eluding others.
Emotions are the world's greatest mystery. Found only in the heart and the mind. Invisible puppeteers of our lives. Out emotions create. Thoughts...Ideas...Actions...All products of our mind. These areall bound together, creating a book. With string made of our feelings and subconscious. All of our thoughts and ideas scribed, a self-coded text. As we decide what action to take we read these books, study our history, our emotions. But what happens when you can't read your own writing? Often time is from taking bad notes. Others it's because we are too afraid to accept our own thoughts. Medicine can heal sickness, but only thought can empty a clouded mind.
Now I think you deserve a little something, you know the mood I am in, so move your hands and sit on them, you need to because you know what you will want to do, just the head, mmm just the head that’s all I need to cum, I move up and down, I use my legs to balance now, and I feel you stretching me, as your head enters my opening, and up and down slower than how you were kissing me, your harder than a tree and larger then I need, but that’s how your dick is and I love it, because well you know I don’t need to say it, I am done with that word, I say KhoshmAweit as I sit down on your monster cock, tearing his brut size into my squeezing muscle, holding you tight, I gasp to breath damn you always take my air, and I like it, I love it, you look at me with love, I see it in your eyes, you don’t say it, you don’t say it, you just touch me gentle, and lick my lips, and my neck as I am adjusting to your entry, and the burn, all my wetness does not prevent that from happening, I squeeze and push with my muscles, and sitting on you not moving, I feel you thicken to a point of no return, you going to cum and I push myself off of you, using my legs, you squeeze my hips in frustration, but there is a place I’d rather you be, I lay you back and lick you from the tip of your head, slowly down your swollen shaft, I suck each side of the sack that holds my favorite treat, and your legs tighten your wanting to take control of my head, but you’re fighting it