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Styles Mar 25
Charm;
You were irresistible,
a siren's call in the chaos.
Like a light drawn to the darkness,
I couldn't help but yield to your charm,
Styles Mar 25
Her first ever play party,
They barely had a chance to talk.
This was the first time they were able to interact with one another.
Her offered her a massage.
they went up to the massage room, and He got undressed and on the table. It started off as an innocent massage.One thing led to another and they ended up all over each other, it until it was over.

After it was over, they rolled over and started over because they weren't done. He did what no one else had ever done…
He took her over.
Without asking, he bent her over...
the massage table,
lifted my dress,
and ****** her.
hard and deep
until her legs gave weak from getting weak
He took what he wanted,  Her
Cause she need hit to,
He just read the queues,
After listening to what she was saying,
he heard what I wasn’t saying.
and gave in.

He grabbed her,
He bit her,
then he ravished her.

Each satisfying ****** filled her with pleasure
Him deep inside her wetness, pleased her
as she pleaded, he wetness throbbed for more.
She wanted Him, and she got him
now she addicted, and won't settle unless she gets more.
Styles Mar 25
We came together, our bodies and minds, combined. So now we are further inclined,  the outline of the lines of our bodies we define. Bottomline, we are having the same thoughts, at the same time. Intertwined like soul's mates, we art of facts, align like the hands of time.
else Mar 19
you fly too close to the fire, my dear

while i

can only watch and sink helplessly into the sea.
else Mar 19
sirens blare and shutters close,
we sit calmly in our humble abode
until we smell the smell I’ve smelled
a thousand times and going strong.
we joke and skip idly around the stairs
in a fashionably orderly manner,
like in an empty amusement park.

“the fire smells good”, says someone,
and i nearly choke at the absurdity,
but i have to agree, it smells like
nostalgia, the plumes of charred plastic
filaments, remnants of 3d printers
bringing me back to better days.

as the chaos rolls along in the background,
we order truffle pasta from the vending machine,
giggle at the firemen who lost their way
and watch the sorry-excuse of a smoke
trailing away into the blindingly blue sky
as the exhausted sirens blare once again.
K E Cummins Mar 19
I see a lot of paper on your desk.
Books full of laws.
The goal of a law is to provide
safety and justice for those for whom it was written.
Those are good laws on that paper.

But if you are just going to sit there,
doing nothing,
if you are not going to take action and
make those laws and goals a reality,
then they’re nothing but a waste of paper.

Paper is a resource – it can be used as kindling.
The goal of a fire is to provide
safety, justice, shelter, food, warmth.
Dead paper is more useful as kindling.
If you care about safety –
if you care about justice at all –
you will either act on these laws, or burn them.
United Nations Declaration on the Rights of Indigenous Peoples
Jeremy Betts Mar 17
Just because you can
...and...
Maybe you have,
Danced with fire
That does not mean that same flame will not burn after expired
Leaving a new want to expire
Like desire
Or so I've heard from the choir
But then again most everyone I've met,
Myself included,
Is a lier
And yet,
For reasons unknown,
I'm still a buyer
Then shortly after,
A broken heart supplier

©2024
Styles Mar 16
Her body’s speaking in tongues
and I'm falling in love
her vibes fit me like a glove
in my eyes, we've already made love

she was sent from above
therefore delivered with love

I must do my part
and spread her love...
two finger lengthens apart
and give her love....
until my pleasure touches her heart
Styles Mar 16
I'm weak to its power
my thoughts she consumes
I wish i could bare witness
every minute of every hour
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