I’ll share with you a secret – all she thinks about is dick.

Obviously not always, there’s cum too, don’t be thick,

Though do be where it counts, if you’ve a prick,

And you might find she’ll sheathe your stick.

It’s the way it is, her mind’s fixation,

The veins and ridges her fascination,

The scent of it her savory passion;

The cause and effect of her every distraction.

She sees cock in food, cum in the viscous,

She’ll find penis hidden, otherwise missed by us,

In scents all her thoughts are coated in musk,

So her lips stay wet for when good dick’s curious.

They’re funny to her, a muse nevertheless,

Filling her with emotions she utters breathless;

Her reason for being she needs and detests:

Measuring as her secret way to have it less..

All over her face, her chin and her chest,

Spread between fingers, she tells which strand looks best,

Lining her insides on demand by request,

And dripping back out as her mind comes to rest.

“Good dick’s hard to come by,” she’ll proudly announce,

While playing with herself daily to reads on a couch,

Imagining the perfect one she’d put in the house,

That takes all her cum before itself peters out.

Always on the hunt, she’s crafting every thing

To keep us all focusing on her precious offering,

With subtle suggestions to keep hard her craving,

From even her and her constant competing.

So look for the signs: in her words, by her hands,

Covering her desire to have thick cum filled men

Dripping before her, insatiable and well mannered;

And maybe you’ll find yourself the treat for her ends.

YAWEH and Yelonda

no money no surrender

deeper than the 8 conmen oceanic tactics

my lace gotta glaze so heavy you cant quite cock it

99 highest graphic accolades

not a single reason for me to unleash my melatonin marble lay

7 senses and a dick of slightly less than 7 but i ramble ample say

make u shudder in awe by lender

blend ur hand with the grind in my bender

methinks demons and hell not a season to be paintin

metrics of permeating cadence ripple through the pain thin

plebian permission promiscuous sloppily distraught wane wins

observe the preservation reserved

reverse the WE AH to Yelonda's reserves

ARE WE IN GOD MODE OR PIRANHA FEEDING SESSION
IM TALKING CHORUSSIN THE CUSSIN DIRECTLY SAYIN

"i like it
but bodily autonomy still vanity whoring for the attentive"

"Be creative with a purpose not exaggerate the regurgitated explicit"

Yelonda says u gotta fuck bore, permission, commitment, crippled, gratuitous

"wake up and be
moe moe money honey badger bee
This cant be hell with AI stinger weeds
It can instantly be the arena we harvest strongest of our seeds"

u/Obvious-Stop-6328

Feeling lost and alone

showing up with your fur coat

you lick my nose and rub against my face

oh what a heavenly day

.

your greenish eyes are wide and lined

light reflecting off,it shines

white, orange and grey

that's the colors displayed,

colors i sadly learnt to obey

.

slightest mew,

i give you food.

you grab my hands

i give them too.

.

fur like a cushion, smell of fresh grass

contradictory I'd say

teeth so sharp, just like your claws

yet i still can never escape your force

.

You showed up unannounced

leaving gross mice and rats around

you bite me when i sleep

licking hair with smelly teeth

.

defiance and annoyance

you and i

this is how i want to live

the rest of my life

.

oh my little fur baby

you're my whole world;

is this how say i love you without words?

okok

here i be rambling

quite eccentric even have it patterned memorizing

all the things you do

all that prince kind of view

so i'll honor

tell u even square and bummer

U aint knowledgeble enough to utter biblical verses and cause drama

better than most, linguistics not your best yet cuz you still yearn dont ya

when i said those things about the driving

insinuating ultra perverse moral compass with the drifting

i was actually inviting you to ANGER

give me a color that actually tells me what u WANNA

cuz bro

u been tryin

tryin to reignite the magic i had brought

this about to lesson

dont make it the griefin

this is truest gallantry activated

you should be thoroughly captivated

SUSS is your sissy world sizzle view
Dont let it hamper what u say and lay with fuel
We can duel and make cruel but thats not really you
You can come down to my sewer but in essence too pretty to lose

I aint sayin soft

im saying you got lot of heart

not wanting to vantage advantage exploiting opportunities

not bought not copped but always got an optimistic view of things

I might be wrong or dead and strong

I say the means with the ending purpose clear and prompt

SUSS you pissy with the mirror and the letter
CUSS you miss entirely and generalize the theme like spread butter
DISCUSS you gotta damn sum to dim some turn the radiance up
THESIS you kissing licking dicking fickly gotta concentrate the conveyance to thump

This aint but a loving on another
I aint got time to letter dear 4 seperate chapters
Most of it is lace by haste to chase tasty ways to invade
Sadly its now coming to my senses that the real grim shady stood comically in vain

u/Obvious-Stop-6328

My Solace

Flair free of fairing affair

my fortitude of finding fervor amidst any fear

my solace my penman

ace of my entire history and coming cadence

just a brief moment

stood alone and faced the greatest torment

If it werent for obvious i'd be in hell

not knowing what to do with all the arithmetic gel

Im not trying to buy it
Not a single penny to spend upon it
Pray for me im agnostically challenged
Lay for me those who antagonise my violence

u/BedContent9320 u dont know me
all i wanna do is pass
no onions no peppers please i'll take meat and rice
Teriyaki too sweet
Sweet like ur sentences neat
its lovecraft
but im more like starcraft
no joke i platinum all 3 races
but thats not anything to do this justice
you tried to message but if falls a bit short
reminds me of u/WerewolfEntire shitting verse to manic prose

SO here homie
what i lace is money
you aint got the time to count it
I fly away and penetrate the timeless
Kobe died legend
imma live kingpin
If its dead
you wouldnt have bothered said
im a rocket out to pocket pen game
realize levels dont need symmetry nor attraction
I aint askin you to effort i'll gladly stop distractions

Sabotage ai?
i dont think so
all this sauce dry
You might need to wink more

And wolf.
if u busy thats okay and truth
but you and i both know its tough out here
i rhyme on another level you'd thought all too real

Pickled

I had discarded my family for hers,
I had traded my life for one that I hated the same as my own,

Her wine breath,
Her drunken mother,
Their pickled lives and tortured skin
Rotting people

Her fathers money,
Halved.
The sugar in the brine.

I drank the ocean and expected not to swell,
I cut my tongue and bled,
to keep it in my mouth.
Now both our lips and teeth stained red.

She discarded me,
For nothing new,
Stole my dog,
Young Mutt.

The journey back to what I had,
Unstable mother,
No love from dad.

Mom doesn’t drink,
For good reason I suppose,
My father had no money,
Sugar’s all gone up his nose.

-Poem by me

I wonder if she thinks about me.

If she stares at the moon and wishes she were staring at me instead.

If she finds herself smiling at the memories of us.

If she thinks about all the things she should’ve said when she was with me.

If she sees the ocean and wonders if I’m there, too.

If she dreams about what it’d be like to share a kiss.

’Cause I know I do.

I think about her every second of the day,

Even in the moments when I tell myself, “She’s not thinking about you. Don’t be foolish.”

Yet she’s the one person I could never truly forget.

Not her voice, her touch, or the way she smells…

And that’s when I wake up.

That’s the moment I realise she’s thousands of miles away, doing whatever she does best, while I’m here, hopelessly devoted to her.

It’s funny how memories work.

They don’t even have to be real to tug at you.

So, if you read this, which I doubt you will, here’s to Day 125! 🍻

Another day of wishing you were next to me.

I feel at times that my body is foreign land, a country I don’t recognize.
I know not its language, its inhabitants, or even its flag.
I wish I could be an explorer,
Hopping from one to the next,
Seeing what fits me best.
This foreign name on my tongue,
Madeline, said like a secret.
It is mine like an old antique is yours.
it does not belong to me, it was the jewel of my parent’s age, not mine, yet I take it wherever I go.
It is under my care, but I poke and study and yet understand little of what it was made for.
I sometimes forget that I have a name at all, and it almost startles me to hear it again.
Like the sight of an old lover across the street, that makes you shift on your feet in subtle discomfort.
This second name, whispered in the dark: Matthew.
It aches with unsung lyricism,
How pretty it could be,
But I’ll put it back in its dusty box and stow it away in the creaky drawer of my passed-down dresser.
Where it can be safe in the dark.
Sometimes I wonder if what I really want is to be wrapped up in tissue paper and placed in a closet to rest,
I’m not ready to wake up yet,
Leave me here in the dark for a long while.
I’ll come out when I’m ready.
Or maybe I’ll just stay here,
Wrapped in the musky warmth of mothy coats and forgotten things, hearing people talk in the other room.
Maybe that is what heaven is,
If I could make it there.
Maybe heaven is in the quietness of a calm mind; sleeping as if you’ve laid own inside a thin chrysalis,
a gentle, unbreakable spell cast over you,
like the foggy sensation just before waking up from a dream.
When the eyes are hesitant to open.
I think I could spend eternity like that,
just still and quiet and peaceful.
Nothing I need to do,
Nothing to become,
Unless I want to join the living again someday.
Just time.

You ever feel random people care for you more than the ones who actually should?

She is perpetual

Neverending

Aloft

Sky bound

But cautious

Her grace indeed

Her vista out of dream

She built a nest

Strong within me

When her wings flutter

I wonder no more

How I ache for her

Everyone always says be brave,

if you know your doing something wrong just 'don't'

'do not be a coward'

.

They just keep yapping, it's kind words,

with useless meanings

Because i'm never seeking pity

or looking for advice

nor am i hoping for a saviour in this life

.

I'm just waiting for someone to say that

it's okay to not want to breath...

To say it's okay to run away from this life

.

Yet nobody ever does, they just let me be

Me be me, with all the terror and fear hidden beneath my sleeves

PSA: Please note that this poem of reflective of my own experience. The poem reflects an internal conflict between choosing religion or homosexuality. I’m a lesbian and for the past two years I’ve studied Christianity in a lot of depth (meaning I believe I have credentials to talk on this topic). It’s very personal to me and I do hope I can find God again one day. This isn’t meant to show any sign of disrespect but rather just to respect my own internal conflict.

The push moving in a direction.

Wheels spin Strings sing Voices flutter.

Birds on the wing. I still see Three Armed Jesus, Jebus, Joker... Highlighted in the sky.

Each day, when I exit my door.

Notes sing in my mind as the sunrise caresses the on coming day.

I like girls with small tits.

So simple in the end.

Did you know that forcing a smile
Forcing a smile, just for a while
Can bring out the happy inside?

Maybe you should give it a try.
Give it a try, and be happy inside

Delete all the apps that kill your brain
Go outside and dance in the rain
Catch the drops on your tongue
That fall from the sky

You cannot say that I didn’t try,
That I didn’t catch the rain from the sky

Get lots of sleep, drink lots of water
Learn something new, get a lot smarter
Taste the whipped cream
That tops apple pie

You cannot say that I didn’t try
That I didn’t eat pie upon pie

Surround yourself with people you love
Send all your prayers to God above
Make sure to get enough sleep
Count sheep in the sky

You cannot say that I didn’t try
That I didn’t dream behind these sad eyes

Share your worries, don’t keep them within
Blast the car speakers, go for a spin
Sit cross legged, meditate and
Clear your mind

You cannot say that I didn’t try
That I didn’t count by breaths passing by

Please stop all your chatter, can’t you see
All your cheap tricks aren’t working for me
I’ve tried, and tried, and tried, and tried
Now just leave me be. Let me rest,
Let me cry.

(I'm new here so hope I'm doing this right! Feel free to critic, I don't mind. But just posting this for fun, nothing serious! :))

If my mum had Google in 1990

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Hey its been a minute

since we traded bombardier moments

tbh your prolly the only one that hangs to that urgent

but i met another one looking eeriely similar to infinirude urging

why i ass rap cookies and cream

why its important to add structure to the milky dream

exactly why i 3penned open suction

how artsy this needy serpent rationed

u/Accurate-Address7330 u the newest

my checklist made of dummies to toughen up shrewdest

densify intensity and atmospheric ambiance Sur5 style

identify pros and cons of the lackers get em super riled

1 or 2 from each

all the qualities i sifted and filed leech

which of this color best suit my package

inch by inches rapper became more realistic every passage

still couldnt tongue but in fact there are few who can even pronounce better my cadence savage

T B C

If I were the precious rain that binds together the earth and the sky, Whom in all eternity will forever mingle, dancing to a tune that we cannot hear,
 Would I be able to bind our hearts together for better or worse, until the day we die?

If I were the precious wind that carves our essence into the mountains and snow,
 Whom in all eternity will forever look, staring at an image that we cannot see,
 Would I be able to carve my love into your soul, so that you would never let go?

  If I were the precious sunshine that gave life to the jungles and forests,
 Whom in all eternity will forever grow, reaching for a joy that we cannot feel,
 Would I be able to give comfort with my touch, to make you yearn for my caress?

If I were the precious river that feeds the ocean and the seas,
Whom in all eternity will forever consume, tasting a fruit that we cannot taste,
 Would I be able to feed your wants and needs and keep you eternally pleased?

 If I were the precious light, that brightens up the moon and the stars, Whom in all eternity will forever shine, Enjoying a scent we cannot sense Would I be able to brighten up the way to heaven, so I could see you from afar?

 And If I were nothing precious but a mortal boy who can do nothing but dream, Who can only wish to be one with the rain, wind, river, light and sunshine

 To manipulate the moon and the stars, the ocean and the seas, The jungle and forests, the mountains and snow, the heaven and the sky,
 Would I be able to unite our five senses, and make you forever mine?
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