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Where does that line form again??


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I think it would surpass the line I have for pleasure and pain...but damn if this doesn’t make me want to try.
 
Words dripping like a broken faucet.
Plip...plop...plip.
Drops echoing like thunder through a small room.
Splashing moldy floors,
Leaking through doors
Causing slips, trips, and falls
Stumbles easily avoided.
Floorboards rotting, cracks expanding.
Bowing deeply from the slight pressure
Of soft steps landing.
If only the faucet had been fixed.

Words dressed up in a mini skirt.
Sitting in the corner of the club,
Drinking an appletini,
Showing much love.
Buxom as hell, catching eyes in a net.
Profile like whoa,
Players don't stand a chance.
Choosing her prey, she makes his day.
Until the cruel bitch gives him the itch.
She's been used before, so its all she knows.
Then she reapplies lipstick
Before she gives her next blow.

Words laying in bed beside the woman he loves
Preparing bs, as he gives her a rub.
"It's not you, its me" comes the flash of the bomb
Watching her recoil, pats himself on the back
Then exits with incredible aplomb.
Father, husband, yet boyfriend and lover.
Shattering one world, then building another.
A czar of the worst kind, promising life
Then leaves death, extinguishing the sparks of life.
Serial rapist of the first order.
No borders, no hoarding,
Merely finagling strings.
He's Gepetto.
 
Words dripping like a broken faucet.
Plip...plop...plip.
Drops echoing like thunder through a small room.
Splashing moldy floors,
Leaking through doors
Causing slips, trips, and falls
Stumbles easily avoided.
Floorboards rotting, cracks expanding.
Bowing deeply from the slight pressure
Of soft steps landing.
If only the faucet had been fixed.

Words dressed up in a mini skirt.
Sitting in the corner of the club,
Drinking an appletini,
Showing much love.
Buxom as hell, catching eyes in a net.
Profile like whoa,
Players don't stand a chance.
Choosing her prey, she makes his day.
Until the cruel bitch gives him the itch.
She's been used before, so its all she knows.
Then she reapplies lipstick
Before she gives her next blow.

Words laying in bed beside the woman he loves
Preparing bs, as he gives her a rub.
"It's not you, its me" comes the flash of the bomb
Watching her recoil, pats himself on the back
Then exits with incredible aplomb.
Father, husband, yet boyfriend and lover.
Shattering one world, then building another.
A czar of the worst kind, promising life
Then leaves death, extinguishing the sparks of life.
Serial rapist of the first order.
No borders, no hoarding,
Merely finagling strings.
He's Gepetto.

This is thought provoking and beautiful.
 
On the morning I saw the sunrise
Between your thighs,
My sleepy eyes
Focused and I rose,
And took ahold
Of your still sleeping form.
Your skin felt warm,
And your eyelids fluttered,
And your breasts kind of shuddered
When my fingers brushed against them.
I wanted to kiss you good morning,
So when my lips touched yours
Your body woke up
And your thighs clamped down
Around me, pulling me
Automatically
Into
Where the sun shone brightly.
The first kiss around wet labia
Lingered,
But the second one found
A very willing flower
Opening her buds to show the freshest
Dew
That morning had ever seen.
The third kiss probed
The fourth, pulsed and circled
The fifth added fingers
While the sixth soothed your sex.
Kissing and flicking your clit
Had your body almost floating
While your tasty hole
Poured into my mouth really joyfully.
And..
Kiss number seven felt your landscape shift...
Vibrating and shaking,
Something else was amiss.
Flavor changed, something happened in my brain
Kiss 8 was from a desire now pushed toward insane.
Kiss 9 blew your mind, fingers teasing your behind
Just to find the combination
That would make the sun burst.
Kiss 10
Bent you.
It pulled me.
We melted into each other
And you into my mouth
Upon my tongue
Down my chin
And onto the sheets.
The sun shone high and proud,
Your blush radiantly bathed
My lips totally coated
In the beauty of morning.

Somehow your eyes stayed closed the entire time,
But you didn't miss the sunrise.
 
On the morning I saw the sunrise
Between your thighs,
My sleepy eyes
Focused and I rose,
And took ahold
Of your still sleeping form.
Your skin felt warm,
And your eyelids fluttered,
And your breasts kind of shuddered
When my fingers brushed against them.
I wanted to kiss you good morning,
So when my lips touched yours
Your body woke up
And your thighs clamped down
Around me, pulling me
Automatically
Into
Where the sun shone brightly.
The first kiss around wet labia
Lingered,
But the second one found
A very willing flower
Opening her buds to show the freshest
Dew
That morning had ever seen.
The third kiss probed
The fourth, pulsed and circled
The fifth added fingers
While the sixth soothed your sex.
Kissing and flicking your clit
Had your body almost floating
While your tasty hole
Poured into my mouth really joyfully.
And..
Kiss number seven felt your landscape shift...
Vibrating and shaking,
Something else was amiss.
Flavor changed, something happened in my brain
Kiss 8 was from a desire now pushed toward insane.
Kiss 9 blew your mind, fingers teasing your behind
Just to find the combination
That would make the sun burst.
Kiss 10
Bent you.
It pulled me.
We melted into each other
And you into my mouth
Upon my tongue
Down my chin
And onto the sheets.
The sun shone high and proud,
Your blush radiantly bathed
My lips totally coated
In the beauty of morning.

Somehow your eyes stayed closed the entire time,
But you didn't miss the sunrise.

:heart:
 
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