Free Ken
12-27-2006, 12:51 AM
these are all just ideas, fell free to steal or build
Tonight we embrace, a tangle of limbs
Tonight we touch, a little more than just friends
tonight we kiss, to heat the blood
tonight we fuck, because we cant make love
making love is a capacity
for those with a heart
but with all your audacity
you took mine apart
I was a hookup,
quick fuck
one night stand
only around
because you dont like your hand
I didnt fuck you with my body, I didnt even fuck you with my mind. I fucked you with my soul, my poor black teenage heart was what pounded you that night. I loved you in some twisted analmalistic sort of way. My tongue on your clit was a wedding vow, and our sweat and cum a tuxedo and dress o finest white. We shared something for those three hours. Call the condom a wedding ring, and the next penetrations an affair. The way I grabbed your sweating hips akin to holding hands, and the way we kissed were sweet nothings to be whispered at night. Your bite marks on my shoulder a bittersweet reminder of our arguements. Our fuck was a ceremony.
Which means our parting was a divorce. My last fatal grunt, and your final sighing cry were the simple agreements on our split. The way we showered alone moving out. The final flirting words a lawyers grin, and our final slow kiss was the infidelity screaming declaration of undying love. Walking out the door was simply my final dismissal of what we had.
Tonight we embrace, a tangle of limbs
Tonight we touch, a little more than just friends
tonight we kiss, to heat the blood
tonight we fuck, because we cant make love
making love is a capacity
for those with a heart
but with all your audacity
you took mine apart
I was a hookup,
quick fuck
one night stand
only around
because you dont like your hand
I didnt fuck you with my body, I didnt even fuck you with my mind. I fucked you with my soul, my poor black teenage heart was what pounded you that night. I loved you in some twisted analmalistic sort of way. My tongue on your clit was a wedding vow, and our sweat and cum a tuxedo and dress o finest white. We shared something for those three hours. Call the condom a wedding ring, and the next penetrations an affair. The way I grabbed your sweating hips akin to holding hands, and the way we kissed were sweet nothings to be whispered at night. Your bite marks on my shoulder a bittersweet reminder of our arguements. Our fuck was a ceremony.
Which means our parting was a divorce. My last fatal grunt, and your final sighing cry were the simple agreements on our split. The way we showered alone moving out. The final flirting words a lawyers grin, and our final slow kiss was the infidelity screaming declaration of undying love. Walking out the door was simply my final dismissal of what we had.