Sick From The Naughtiness

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
This poem speaks true love. It speaks about the freedom you have in life. Being yourself a hundred percent around your lover and to the world.

Submitted: November 12, 2013

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He is good summer laughs of simplicity.
He is what every girl fantasizes.
He is the sweet taste of cherry wine by the river.
He gives good orgasyms, I give good head.
He touches me in places whitely skinned,
darkely put areas, he makes my body shiver.
As he whispers my name, I moan a great tone,
he balls his fist as he raises his bone.
I rub my palms on his neck, scrape my nails in symmetric pattern,
he says, "How do you get like that?"
We laugh about things the guys do.
We talk about how fucking and making love can be the same.
We count the licks to the center of the lollipop,
and kiss away the flavor.
He is my heaven.
He is my stone.
Were forever getting high,
forever falling in love.
He teathers my wrist to the head of the bed,
he makes rain drops from his stongly built head.
I lick his body down to the lowest, then come up with a sigh, "thats too sexy," he noted.
Were all slaves of gods and monsters.
We all live an experience to wonder.
Hot and heavy, sweaty nights,
only to laugh and break up fights.
Happiness can move crowds;
I like to make people grin.
Awkward is the name,
but me and catatonic idiocity are the same.
My man likes to torture his women,
all the women love the pleasure.
He's that good, so good..
We surf,
were bums,
but were great at what we do.
We fuck good, love good, buy things on credit.
"Forever in debt to your priceless advice," says Nirvana, my honey.
We fight about music but thats rarely the occasion,
we usually agree on certain vocations.
But its only to love me, see me die,
make him quiver, he said your my girl;
I'm glad I'm his girl.
Motorcycles.
Silver engines.
Decked-out Decal.
The whole 9 yards.
Leather we wore,
Leather we sat on.
No mind the weather, we rode,
we rode,
we rode far-far away.
No spite in the hour, we drove,
we drove.
we drove far-far away.
I was okay.
We were fine.
Were fine now.
Still drinking wine.
We fuck.. all the time.
We stand in the silence of the night,
in the rave of the day,
we like it that way,
we are okay.
I'm drowing in fullfillment,
maybe its too much
but to let someone go,
could not walk it alone.
iIsee stars, I see the sun,
Itaste the rain, catch the hail.
I'm one of a kind, I did it for him.
No longer can I change, I can only be slim;
to fit me in some hole,
is to torture my mane.
I love him, I do.
I want him, soon.
I'd blow him, He'd love it.
He'd eat me, my cancer.

 


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