Is It Still Taboo? Linger On My Mind The whispering of your voice still echoes all around The smell of your perfume suffocates the air I breathe Your picture still hangs in a frame on the wall You still linger deep on my mind The crease in the pillow where your head once lay The stains upon the sheets of where we made passionate love The cold dark nights in which I held you tight You still linger deep on my mind That day Broken My heart broken by so many princesses torn out of my chest stamped upon time and time again Beaten into submission a lifeless soul left behind in hope one day that one true love will fix me My manliness belittled by so many vicious words leaving invisible marks upon this wounded frail body Locked inside this prison cell my own mind created to protect me of my true innocence in this world Without Judgment We took different paths until both of our lives reached the crossroads that brought us together Our ages, as far apart as they are do not hold boundaries of the pounding of heartbeats that beat the same tune While you found sex as an easy road traveled compared to my own slow path of the waiting game in search for the one to share this precious moment with When we discovered each other it In a Relationship with Ruthann. I am very shy, and most of that is due to the fact I do have a disability I was born with, which is heavily reflected in many of the poems I write, as well as notions of loneliness and lack of a loving relationship in my life.
As zero challenge to any of them, but not banished by the Sultan, I was accepted as different. Can I Give You a Lift? Mommy's Slut Fantasy Suburban mom acts out her sexual fantasies. They were sex godesses.
I had gone to the beach with my friends and their girlfriends. Her voice was soft and tender. My name's Kimmi and I used to be a stripper. Ted had once been a porn star before he became a producer.
Me and my girlfriend planned a wonderful evening together. Who could go wrong with a little Barry White for a night of romance? The memory of you seeps into my memory As I sit here with my hand wrapped around my cock Hardened by the notion of you touching it Stroking myself off as I close my eyes and dream of you Your succulent lips offering sweet tender kisses Your wet tongue sliding across the long shaft Rising to take the crown placed upon the head To the flicker of your tongue upon that so sensitive spot Driving Sherlock Holmes by Arthur Conan Doyle. One Wish Love has eluded me all my life like a series of broken promises Longing for a woman's touch upon this fragile body bruised by evil minds Eyes that swell forming teardrops that could fill an ocean spread across the world Words spoken by some leaving invisible marks upon this tortured soul My heart dims the shining light dampens down the last glimmer of life within soon to erase my existence Like a foolish little schoolboy Smitten by his first love I find myself waiting each day In the hope I'd hear from you But you're never there Except in my lonely head Strange voices that speak to me Whispering bad thoughts My heart feels emptiness On those long, lonely nights Without hearing from you A river of tears begin to form Just to see your name appear Brings a smile upon these lips Hellraiser by Clive Barker.