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Defeat Never Tasted This Good...
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Defeat Never Tasted This Good...
Thy taste in sweetness,
So close, so far out of reach.
My forbidden fruit.
Seduction pulls hard,
Against the strings of my heart.
Sewing the wounds shut.
For I fear no more,
Sinking in deeper, the time,
It still presses on.
I will defeat you,
As much as I hate to try,
I can’t, you’re too cute.
The Pool Player.
"Here, let me show you."
As he strolled around the table,
He ground his pool cue with a generous amount of blue chalk.
He bit his lip,
Lowering his gaze to the horizon to the set up.
A strike.
Fluid, as the ball sunk into the pocket.
A smile stretched across his face.
I could cut the sexual tension with a knife.
But I smiled anyway.
(Both I wrote.)
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well i'm not sure but i don't mind sharing one i wrote...
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well i'm not sure but i don't mind sharing one i wrote...
shivering sighs
burning thighs
mesmerized by the look in your eyes
wet tongue's caress
take off the dress
brings a feeling of divine finess
a gradual humming
while fingers are drumming
slowly coming, coming, coming
your flower in bloom
nectar flows from the flume
a second time is never too soon.
;)
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through every forest
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through every forest
above the trees
within my stomach
scraped off my knees
i drink the honey
from inside your hive
you are the reason i stay alive
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p***y
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p***y
by Ishle Yi Park
(This one was a tad funnier to me, but it still speaks volumes.)
"Why is my p***y feeling like this?
Why is it pounding and pulsing so strong
I have to sit squeezing my thighs together silently on this F train,
legs crossed
calmly writing
sublime Asian girl with chaos thundering between her legs
like some drum
some strange heartbeat,
some pounding echo through dark caverns
that is looking for a call and response with one great-shaped d**k
…Aigu, this pain is unbearable
it’s eating through my underwear
while the two whitegirls sitting next to me talk about opera
– la Traviata – "I only saw it once, but like, omigod, I cried"
– meanwhile my p***y is slowly chewing its way
through the Express leggings,
is crawling and sliding along the dirty train floor like a giant hungry snail
looking for some worthy d**k
A d**k that is noble, handsome, with character;
a d**k that is thick as a can of Ultra-Vive hairspray
and long enough to fill but not to hurt the cervix,
a d**k that is no more than 45% tilted towards any angle
a circumcised d**k with a cute little mouth
that burps please and thank you
and has a round shiny head like Michael Jordan,
a d**k without pimples, moles, tattoos or Mikhail Gorbechav spotmarks,
a d**k that is attached to a nice-looking man
with extremely dexterous hands
and artistic, skilled fingers that are clipped and cleaned and well-shaped. I’m not even asking for brains or intelligence
or political correctness
just a d**k that knows how to do its job
and do it right.
Punch in and punch out at the right time
work hard
and work diligently
know where and when to take breaks,\
a kindler, gentler d**k
that knows how to move in conjunction with a soft tongue
a d**k that speaks in tongues,
a d**k that can dance
a two thumbs up d**k
a five star d**k with room service and Alizé,
a d**k like honey, like balm, like weed from Cornelia,
like soursop, quenepa, Chinese apple, Korean pear,
big and juicy and dripping with pearls of light…
Why do men always compare them to hard, iron things
like hot rods and Uzis?
What woman wants to be impaled
on some cold mechanical object? (Let’s not go there…)
Guys who talk like this probably f*ck like this –
coldly, mechanically, not rhythmic like drums
but rhythmic like machines that open and close milk bottles…
A woman wants warmth, heat and juiciness
and sometimes resorts to loving other women
because so few men understand this
with their dumb sports car and space rocket fascinations
Maybe that’s why they say countrymen are better lovers
they are not hypnotized by rounded bullet trains
that are exactly on time to the minute
they know that true motion
the only motion that counts is the quiet rocking of waves,
its sometimes gentle
and sometimes turbulent slaps against the sides of wooden boats
the small, seeping leaking, movement of wind inside waves
waves through tall grass near airports
the continuous sound of running water
coquis and year-round Christmas lights,
a little acidic beer on the tongue
fingers through hair that hasn’t been washed in a day
that warm lover’s smell
that makes you press your face to his clothes
Oh, my p***y,
my poor poor p***y,
needs some good old familiar d**k,
or at least a few fingers to stop by and wave hello".
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I sing a lot of German art songs, and this is definitely the sexiest of them all. The music makes is way sexier too, because Hugo Wolf is a genius. Not to be vain, but I wish I had a video of myself singing this, because I absolutely love this song. -^ ^-
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I sing a lot of German art songs, and this is definitely the sexiest of them all. The music makes is way sexier too, because Hugo Wolf is a genius. Not to be vain, but I wish I had a video of myself singing this, because I absolutely love this song. -^ ^-
Nimmersatte Liebe by Eduard Mörike
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AZA9FTsCsZk&feature=related
GERMAN:
So ist die Lieb'! So ist die Lieb'!
Mit Küßen nicht zu stillen :
Wer ist der Tor und will ein Sieb
Mit eitel Wasser füllen?
Und schöpfst du an die tausend Jahr;
Und küßest ewig, ewig gar,
Du tust ihr nie zu Willen.
Die Lieb', die Lieb' hat alle Stund'
Neu wunderlich Gelüsten;
Wir bißen uns die Lippen wund,
Da wir uns heute küßten.
Das Mädchen hielt in guter Ruh',
Wie's Lämmlein unter'm Messer;
Ihr Auge bat: nur immer zu,
Je weher, desto beßer!
So ist die Lieb', und war auch so,
Wie lang es Liebe giebt,
Und anders war Herr Salomo,
Der Weise, nicht verliebt.
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ENGLISH:
This is how love is! This is how love is!
Not to be stilled with kisses:
who is such a fool as to try to fill
a sieve with mere water?
You could pour water in for a thousand years,
you could kiss for ever and ever,
and never find love's fulfillment.
For love, love has new and strange
desires at every hour; we
bit our lips sore
when we kissed today.
The girl kept quite still,
like a lambkin under the knife;
her eyes were pleading: go on,
the more it hurts, the better!
This is how love is, and always was,
ever since love has existed;
and not even Solomon himself,
for all his wisdom, ever loved in any other way.
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actually this is my fav Def Jam.
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actually this is my fav Def Jam.
Poetic Bloodlines:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YPz9lL0y8sE
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Blest as the immortal gods is he,
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Blest as the immortal gods is he,
The youth who fondly sits by thee,
And hears and sees thee, all the while,
Softly speaks and sweetly smile.
'Twas this deprived my soul of rest,
And raised such tumults in my breast;
For, while I gazed, in transport tossed,
My breath was gone, my voice was lost;
My bosom glowed; the subtle flame
Ran quick through all my vital frame;
O'er my dim eyes a darkness hung;
My ears with hollow murmurs rung;
In dewy damps my limbs were chilled;
My blood with gentle horrors thrilled:
My feeble pulse forgot to play;
I fainted, sunk, and died away.
Sappho, Ode to a Loved One
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I'm not a big poetry reader, but this is my fav Def Jam poem. I love Black Ice:
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I'm not a big poetry reader, but this is my fav Def Jam poem. I love Black Ice:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-wI1m2_7S9M
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Rives - Dirty Talk.
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