Poems 769

Do you like my mouth?
The shape of my lips
As you watch them move,
They curl at the tips
Do you think of them?
How they'll feel on you
Soft, warm, moist like dew
The tongue wrapping itself
Around a pretty finger
As you watch it dissappear
Your mind starts to linger
On my cheekbones
As they draw in and out
Pulling it in deeper
Into a pretty pink pout
I pause to swallow
Causing a ripple
Down my tanned throat
My neck tenses a little
Your eyes taking note
As I softly breathe
Parting my lips slightly
As my tongue lightly
Brushes pearly teeth
I've mastered the art
Of a perfect tease

...

Yes I know it's just a dream, but even a broken poet can hope for love, pray for a miracle, for an Angel sent from up above

Someone who can see past her broken body and see inside her heart, to see that she is worthy, of giving true love a start

A person who understands what they see isn't just a broken shell, but a loving caring person, who writes poetry as well

Still capable of tenderness, of making sure their number one, making her feel special and she'd never stop until it's done

A girl who writes of romance, of desires of the flesh and lust, someone you can count on, a girl who they can really trust

She dreams is he out there, is he capable of seeing past her wheelchair and her bed, but love her for the real her and not what he just sees instead

So now she goes off to dream, the search for her love must start, will she find him only in her dreams or in the reality where it never exist?...

I remember
We rubbed parts together,
made sweet music with our moans,

Your hands parting thighs
head between my scone
Tongue slipping into to spaces
I never knew I owned.

I remember we toured the house
leaving sweaty prints on cupboard, floors and bathroom walls

I remember you surrendered
And of course I take control,
The look in your eyes
Told me all I needed to know,
how hard to suck,
when not to stop
God I love your tones,

And when I'm convinced
you've had enough
and your body
loses hold,
Tighter the grip
Faster the slip
Until your flute was blown...

You and I,
We're one of a kind
We don't have the perfect story
We laugh and we cry
We argued most times

But that's just part of our imperfect love
You're my love, my life,
My weakness,
My strength,
My world

My angel in disguise,
The demon that hides that
I can always be at peace

But you're not you
If you don't bring turmoils

There's always a war between us
War of happiness and sadness
Arguments and miscommunication

You wanted us to stop,
Forgive and forget,
As if it never happen

All seems distant memories now,
Whatever happened to those Happy times?
Whatever happened to you'll be mine?
Whatever happened to You and I?...

Dalawang Umbok sa itaas
Isang Umbok sa ibaba
Monumentong Tatsulok
Nagpapabuhay kay Adan.

Hugis embudo sa itaas
May pasas sa tuktok.
Kay sarap damhin
Kay sarap tikman

Malusog sa pandama
May hiwa at biyak
May munting kampana
May lagusang di maarok.

Pag aaring ipit'
Sa iskinitang masikip
Doon matatagpuan
May hiwang hiyas.

Animoy bibig,
Na mapanukso
Mamasa-masang
Michaela.

Magalaw ng saglit
Kamapana'y mag-aapoy
Pipintig, iinit
Kay hirap supilin.

Lagusan sa ibaba
Naghihintay masar'han
Ng notang matikas,
Matigas, at di mababali.

Butas sa Michaela
Sa ibabang bahagi
Ng kampanang munti
Masalat saglit mag iinit.

Dulas at katas
Ng Michaela
Unti-unti lalabas
Sa siwang ng butas.

Malapot na kondensada
Pinalabas ng marahan
Dinama, ninamnam
Napapikit at...

Galit pagka gising
Hindi alam kum' bakit
Tumatayong pilit
Kahit anong pigil

Ano bang panaginip
Sa gabing malalim
At pagkapa'y namasa
Ahhh...sa malalim na butas

Pilit binalikan nagdaang gabi
May dumaloy na kiliti
Mula sa ibaba ng dibdib
Nagtapos kay Meguelito

Nagtama ang mga dibdib
Sumabay sa saliw
Ng ungol sa gabi
Musika sa pandinig.

Ohhh...kay sarap
Dyamanteng nakuha
Sa pagitan ng dalawang
Magkaibigang nag-uunahan

Kilig, pintig dama pa
Hinahanap ang init
Kay sarap damhin
Nailabas na malagatas

Ohhh...muling ipipikit
Upang madama
Ang hugis palad
Dulot saki'y init

Pakikiniig sa panaginip
Dala sa pag gising
Naghahanap si Meguelito
Ng butas na madilim....

You will always be my greatest karma
You will forever be the ghost that will haunt me
You are my ecstasy that I cant be addicted

Maybe the word IF was for us
As for the pain it will linger
Can they be healed if I just disappeared?
Every time im here I think of you
Yes, im nothing after US

Imahe is the song I keep on playing
Losing myself to it bit by bit
You and I can't be together

She asked me " you really love her do you?"
I answered " no, I worshipped her "
But why? I know im not worthy of you
But why? does the pain is so great
That the present seems to rip my reality apart

I know you dont feel the same and just want to play
Friends here and benefit from there
Yes I've stalked and yes I've watched
As my image of you turn slowly to ash...

when i lurk
what do i do?
i observe
and i read your
conversations

when i lurk
this is what i do
i check on
the things
you post
be it pictures
or links
or videos
or audios

when i lurk
i discover things about you
i sometimes it makes me smile
because its a step for me
to know you more

when i lurk
i am happy
when i see that you
get along with others

when i lurk
sometimes i do get excited too
especially when you guys are happy
i also get frustrated
when i see brouhaha all over

when i lurk
i try to be quiet
i try not to react
i try to be neutral

are you are lurker too?
i am one
and
i am just around...

I miss you.
Does this mean I (still) love you?
I don't know.
I don't want to know.
We are two lustful souls
Desiring to fill the emptiness between our groins
Wanting to caress each other
and somehow satisfy this longing we have
Is this wrong?
Perhaps.
But what can I do?
When all I think is being next to you.
You are my secret.
You are my lust....

This is not a story
nor a confession.
This is just
a mere question.
So, let me just put it here
and give me an advise or suggestion.

Have you ever been that lonely
that leads you to being horny?
Releasing all that cum
is like you are being numb.

Numb to all the pain
and to all that fear.
Numb to all that thoughts
that lingered and taunts.

The pleasure of cumming
is like an outlet to release
all of that aching feeling
that's keeping you from peace.

And that being horny
is equivalent to being lonely.
The feeling of ecstasy
is keeping you worry-free.

So, please, tell me
is it just me?
That behind those lewdness
is the feeling of emptiness?...