Best Naughty Bad Sex…
You're the one who gets me tight,
You slay my fight down with the light,
Switching the switch and calling the dark.
Beating me down but leaving no mark.
Sexy spirit gliding all over me;
I get the t-shirt for a lucky me…
The scar on your thigh; twinkle in the eye,
Come on Girl! Let's not be shy…
We were chosen, like it or lump it,
Crazy beating hearts lets just funk it…
Forget the guilt, just leave it behind,
Shit just messing up your beautiful mind.
There is nothing else to think about,
Lying on the couch when there is no out.
Gorgeous girl lets give it a twirl,
I think you'll find I am your world.
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Dumbstruck; no resistance.
She takes and takes; no assistance.
Feeble words ceased by lucious lips,
Thought blocked by the feel of her hips
Pressing against mine.
Fingers running down my spine;
I am yours, you are mine.
I'm stuck, paralysed;
The sight of her bare skin,
Nothing to do but give in.
I love her, she loves me..
But each time she leaves she takes a piece of me
Departing divided, Head over heels.
Don't get up, quick come back!
Adrenaline shoots; panic attack.
Leaves me destroyed with a smile on my face,
The soulthief vacates my special place.
Each time she frowns at me,
My insides fall apart...
When she's upset, Oh
Your presence one of strength,
Illness shortens your lifes length.
Doctors and tests take over your world,
But there's just no cure for growing old.
Driving around discussing life,
From South of France to age of your wife.
Your cenile charm and Santa looks
Could get you off of any hook.
You're all wisdom, jokes and a glass of wine,
A universal figure of the very best kind.
Smart, talented and honest to the core,
It's tragedy you can't be here for more.
Your a sweet old man, not much time left.
You're as strong as your smile, ever lasting
Frendly welcomes constant, never failing.
Best intentions are your only intentions,
Never
One by one, they pile on top of each other like bricks in a wall.
As you try and climb this wall of torturous torment, you find it harder and harder as the wall gets higher.
Determination and pure self esteem force repeated attempts; ordering you not to give in. Attack your oppressor again-
climb.
The bricks continue to build, causing all determination to wither;
self esteem and respect contaminate and fade, along with any chance of making it to the top.
Alone I stand, my very existence mocked by this towering feature.
Relentless, remorseless, ridiculing me with its enormous presence.
The sheer vastness of the forever stretching sha
So wrong, so right by Philbertthepirate, literature
Literature
So wrong, so right
So wrong, so right…
Your skin so soft I can't forget,
So wrong I know, but I don't regret.
Your hand in mine, your head on my chest,
We lie oblivious; truly blessed.
The love that clouds my judgement,
The love that smothers my guilt.
So wrong yet so right,
Pointless putting up a fight.
Your touch alone can make me whole,
Then jealousy carves up my soul.
Your eyes so bright,
And teeth shiny white.
Eternal Silk River of hair,
Flows down your back as we embrace;
Completely aware,
Of the steep descent we make,
Another tier on the bad love cake.
The love that clouds my judgement,
The love that smothers my guilt.
So wrong yet so
Incarcerated in a Hospital by Philbertthepirate, literature
Literature
Incarcerated in a Hospital
Incarcerated in Hospital.
I lie in my hospital bed, meaningless thoughts passing in and out of my head.
I stare at the ceiling, taking note of its colour; an off, creamy beige.
An unattractive shade that smothers the walls and ceiling with its depressing hopelessness.
The clean and sterilised scent that is somehow identical in all of these establishments malingers; casting an invisible shadow of doubt, emptiness and sorrow over patients and their reassuring comforters.
Pain.
Pain is buried deep within the very foundations of the building, determined to maintain its subtle presence forever.
Pain and anguish, physical and emotional conta
Homeless, in debt, single.
Tired and hungry.
The tunnel I'm going through is collapsing all around me. The air is getting thick and dirty; contaminated with things that shouldn't be. Vision being blurred by consistent unfairness. My very existence hanging by a few threads, rapidly being cut by the scissors of wrong doing and injustice. Am I to keel over and drown in the ocean of obstacles? Do I allow myself to drift away into the ceaseless sea of setbacks?
I fight back, with a futile resilience, only to be knocked back every time by the torments of everyday life.
Just as I drop to my knees in a depleted, drained state, a flicker of light