Her beauty is unattainable
By many standards
She has youth on her side
To be in her vicinity
She’s a painting rendered
And my envy I cannot hide
Carefree and full of life
It may have been within me
Something I denied
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Find the pain
You’ve buried deep
And lend it your voice
Speak the words
Take the leap
Make the choice
Let your anguish
Continue to seep
In your pain it will rejoice
Or find the pain
You’ve buried deep
And lend it your voice
Do you want it
The way I want it
No strings attached
Let me practice on you
Show me how
To open up
Accept what I crave
Without fear
Make me feel beautiful
Even if I don’t
Show me how
To feel my body
Without reservation
Without hesitation
Knowing you’re safe
With me
No presumption
Of anything more
Release the fear
I’ve built up inside
My mind
My body
Not feeling
Worthy of passion
Purely physical intent
No further expectations
Take me forcefully
Then kiss me gently
Press your lips to mine
The gentle touch of
Our tongues
Wanting to devour
But holding back
Tenderness hovering
Above the frenzy
Touch me
Let your fingers wander
The nape of my neck
Wandering down my spine
Grab me with both hands
Pulling me into you
Your strong chest
Pressing into
My yielding figure
A perfect combination
Force and fervor
You pull back
Kissing me gently
Your fingers wander
Once again
Exploring
The steam is releasing
From inside me
You feel the warmth
Circling and pursuing
The point of no return
You’ve opened gateway
I’m wet
For you
I want
To wrap my legs
Around you
Feel you inside me
Feed my hunger
Fill me with your
Firmness
Allow me to absorb
Every inch of you
With every advance
I will take you deeper
Consuming you
Until you’ve weakened
When you are spent
My fingers
My lips
Will now explore you
Your body
I will breathe
Life back into you
Until you can no longer
Resist my advances
Gentleness
No longer a concept
Now animal instinct
Takes over
You turn me over
And take me
I’m a play thing
You refuse to release
Your greed takes over
Hunger,
You ravage me
Your prey
I’m not a casualty
Of your appetite
You are a casualty
Of mine
I want more
I will take it
Until I have learned
What I came
To learn
The married man
Tells her
What he thinks
She wants to hear
He’s oh so
Sad and lonely
His relationship is
At its end
He needs a shoulder
To cry on
More like
A bed
To lie on
To take a few minutes
Of her time
To satisfy
His primal urge
Using her
Until the next girl
Catches his eye
Catches his…
This girl is
Playing his game
Giving him what he desires
Just to satisfy
Her own thirst
She doesn’t want
His lies or his love
Like him
She
Only
Wants
One
Thing
The one with nothing to lose
And nothing to gain
I am in control
Of what I obtain
With my friends
Talking about you
What the fuck
Are you doing?
They ask
They don’t know
That I know
Who you really are
They warn me
I laugh inside
Listen to their lectures
About how
You only want
One thing
Oh if they knew
You’re not playing me
I’m playing you
His brow sweats with fear
Or is it anticipation.
Standing close
Too close
Maybe
Grabbing her
Pulling her into him
He kisses her
Her lips her neck
She pushes him away
Red shame floods his face
How could he lose control?
One finger
Under his chin
She tilts his head
Looking into his eyes
His fear returns
As he sees
The look in her eyes
She
Is
Going
To
Devour
Him
A unfelt kiss on the neck
Like a tree falling in the woods
A shadow in the corner of the eye
Unless felt, heard or seen
Did it really happen?
A breath
From behind
Lips
On the neck
Down to the collar bone
Heart racing
Body pulled
Face to face
Eyes meet
Head tilting back
Lips exploring
The neck once more
Pulling back
Eyes meet once more
Lips open
Catching breath
Hand gentle on cheek
Moving slowly
Pulling closer
Lips meet lips
Warmth below the surface
Hands explore
The small of the back
Closer
Chests heave
Pulling away
Unable to break free
Unwilling to let go
Wrong but right
Giving in
Just a kiss
Nothing more
Maybe…
A breath
From behind
Lips
On the neck
Down to the collar bone
Heart racing
Body pulled
Face to face
Eyes meet
Head tilting back
Lips exploring
The neck once more
Pulling back
Eyes meet once more
Lips open
Catching breath
Hand gentle on cheek
Moving slowly
Pulling closer
Lips meet lips
Warmth below the surface
Hands explore
The small of the back
Closer
Chests heave
Pulling away
Unable to beak free
Unwilling to let go
Wrong but right
Giving in
Just a kiss
Nothing more
Maybe…
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