The breeze sways to the rain
But my ankles still tattooed a lock to your chain
And I talk to myself
Cause wont nobody else listen
Translucent memories
Stained by this wrought
Mangled by
The thought
What I thought
About the thoughts
To taunt my brain
Memories unframed
Bringing light to this shame
‘Cause sensations know my name from past games
Mind calling self all kinds of dirty names
And feeling frail
You’re hard to read
Even from beyond this braille
A lover to my pin
I’m lost in this trap
Waking up
Only to begin the noise again
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HE SEEN ME BROKEN
HE SEE’S ME AS BEAUTIFUL
NO COMPROMISING
THE FLOWER IS MY CENTER AND THE PERSON ON THE ROC
WELL, THATS ME (:
SOME TIMES PROTECTING ME GETS A LITTLE CHALLENGING
WITH SO MANY PEOPLE PUSHING TO GET THEIR NEEDS MET
EVEN AT YOUR EXPENSE.
I ENCOURAGE YOU TO PROTECT YOUR CENTER (HEART) THERE
WILL BE TIMES YOU FALL SHORT BUT LEARN FROM THOSE VERY
TIMES.
SMILE AND KEEP IT MOVING AND REMEMBER…
NEVER GIVE UP ON LOVE EVEN WHEN IT HAS DEALT YOU A BAD HAND!
YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR WHAT YOU BELIEVE EVEN IF YOU BELIEVE IT.
You don’t have to be a writer to write well.
Informative!
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My pussy trickled spit
While he slurped nasty on my hard nipples
Searching fearlessly
Mouth nasty
Wet tongue
Gliding
Slippery
Spit all up and down on my clit
I said no
But really meant yes
We wrestled in the bed while my pussy got seriously wet
Sheets already juicy from this fruity mess
And she smelled good
I felt every bit of his manhood
Tickling spots
That took only seconds to unlock
They swam rivers
That shivered every nerve
She licked spots that were well deserved
I had nowhere to run
And I pleaded
Because the truth was
I needed
So desperately
To feel myself cum
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https://mentalnotes1.wordpress.com/2013/07/24/wet-dream-poetry/






