Woo...My Computer Is Working...For Once
Yeah...so last night was..wow...intense..there ya go. In one word, it was intense. I felt like I was on ecstacy...but it didnt make me trip out. I just had a high spirited feeling last night..followed by a different kind of feeling. All I have to say is short skirt, corset, long gloves, dancing, whip cream, handcuffs, just whoa. And just now, I talked to this person...and they did it again. And now I am left with nothing..lol..damnit. And..no one knows what I'm talking about except for one person..and I dont even know if they're going to read this. But yeah...
My face turns red with every breath she takes,
I start to mumble and my hands begin to shake,
This girl is amazing, my senses are on end,
Her sexual pain, a willing hand I will lend,
Her breathe will quicken, and her legs will quake,
Pulling at my hair, how high will we raise the stakes,
My hands grinding against moist skin,
Our grinding motions make such a beautiful sin,
Your back is arched, your breathing is sparatic,
The connection between us is automatic,
And then its over, this time of passion and virtue,
I let out a sigh and lay down next to you,
My arms around you, I feel your heart race,
This moment could never be erased,
And who would want it to be..
I know, definately not me...
This poem needs to turn into reality. Like soon. Or I'm going to go crazy...you should wear that outfit..come to my house..take it off..and then we shall make beautifl poetry together. Hahahaha.
Well I'm gonna go now. I am off to a partay.
Oh..and I'm having one next week, just so all you partay people know. If you think you would wanna come over next Thursday leave me a comment. And this time people should refrain from throwing up, and slamming their heads in doors.
Talk to ya'll later.
My face turns red with every breath she takes,
I start to mumble and my hands begin to shake,
This girl is amazing, my senses are on end,
Her sexual pain, a willing hand I will lend,
Her breathe will quicken, and her legs will quake,
Pulling at my hair, how high will we raise the stakes,
My hands grinding against moist skin,
Our grinding motions make such a beautiful sin,
Your back is arched, your breathing is sparatic,
The connection between us is automatic,
And then its over, this time of passion and virtue,
I let out a sigh and lay down next to you,
My arms around you, I feel your heart race,
This moment could never be erased,
And who would want it to be..
I know, definately not me...
This poem needs to turn into reality. Like soon. Or I'm going to go crazy...you should wear that outfit..come to my house..take it off..and then we shall make beautifl poetry together. Hahahaha.
Well I'm gonna go now. I am off to a partay.
Oh..and I'm having one next week, just so all you partay people know. If you think you would wanna come over next Thursday leave me a comment. And this time people should refrain from throwing up, and slamming their heads in doors.
Talk to ya'll later.