we know not what we do

Us men are confused...

we always develop desires
for shit we strived to
lose,
Like her beauty wasn't seen
until she walked in different
shoes

The common fool...

we're quick to massage but
only after we done
bruised, I can't understand
this like a detective absent
a clue

Actions usually fueled by
gallons of rude making us
seem most spiteful viscous
and cruel, this is the reason
were compared to that
animal who drools, walks
on four legs we're not
naturally schooled

Opposite of you...

Your intentions were
true until deception
demands an appearance
of your inner fool, a different
side of you one with no
rules which portrays
an image that you evaded
school

Your cruel...

Encouraged by a
pool....

One you swam in
for years the water
poisoned by broken
rules

That rule book assembled
by a vow to stay true to
one who swore to stay
committed to you

Trained by disrespect
now your immune to
his neglect...... so much
pain he'd done caused
you've found a healing
in casual sex

Decisions..... Not the best
but your love for him won't
seem to rest, you've found
relief in someone else your
medicine to ease the domestic
stress

I dig it....

Not saying that I lived
it, nor saying that I didn't

I just respect your
current vision.....

You can't change the way
he living while love chained
you in position so in order
to feel free you opened up
to one who listens

As a man I can admit this
here is a common trait, at
first it looks delicious so we
proceed to stuff our face.

after a while we get
nauseous and tend to
vomit what we just
ate after that we crave
the taste but by then it's
far to late

Fellas we have to do a
better job at understanding
what's on our plate, either
it's your favorite meal or
your eyes encouraged a sudden
taste

Keep it real from the gate
so she doesn't mistake this
for fate, either you want her
or you don't either it's forever
or a casual date

We know not what we do

© 2011 viewtifulink

my addiction

I show her love
between her thighs
because I love to visit
the sky

You see I'm an addict
to her flood......

My drug.... A females fluids
it keeps me high

When ever I get that
itch.. That favorable
desire to fly

I call on my dealer
who always willingly
supply......

Because she knows
pleasure is consumed when
Providing me my high

I can't pin point what
it is maybe its the illusion
of feeling trapped

No thats no excuse
I'm not caged when feeding
from the back

I always adored hearing
the sounds of a woman's passion
fleeing from below

That gushy squishy alarm
alerts me a warning to
prepare to stay afloat

The vagina speaks to me
like " G get ready for my
flow, open wide here comes
your high sip slow baby yes
bless your throat"

I love it!....

So while she's running
I massage her switch
to produce more dope

Her clit a stimulation
switch Summons that
river revealing her soak

And me.....

I drink like a vampire
when near a throat..

The feelings mutual
possessed by the thirst
when feeding I have no
pulse

But my heart continues
to beat driven by the
love she loves to release

The more i eat the more
she leaks I get high she
reaches her peak..

It's sweet...
Yet potent I'm addicted
to "her" fluids there beyond
unique

I just can't shake this
habit pussy is my drug
and I get high when I
Eat

My addiction

© 2011 viewtifulink

i need someone different

Sometimes your route
is altered which leads
to unknown destinations

Places where you didn't
plan to be now your
convinced you've been
rightfully stationed

Just yesterday it seemed
everything was straight
out a dream

Today you woke up as
if yesterday really was
all a dream Trying your
best to remember why
things were what they
seemed

But you can't put it
together like all the
glue was wiped clean

Now your stuck with
useless pieces half the
puzzle is missing

Them things you once
loved now you wish you
never had

Because now your
feelings changed and your
trained by your past

Everything in your
present is compared
to your last forcing you
to think about before
Seasoning your now with
what you had

A lot of times when
this happens we decide
to stay away from it
all

A decision we feel is
right to prevent any
future falls

A bad call....

That's just my
opinion I to hate
the unwanted fate but
I used it to clear my vision

I know now I need
something new.......
I want "us" to have
that pure look

Allow our presence
to be the proof

The truth of real
love sexy like the
clouds mixed with that
blue, exceed the beauty
in the sky free my body
from prior wounds

With your stares
express your degree
of care show everyone
who's watching our love
cannot compare

Talk with your touch
say i love you so
much use your fingertips
to speak with their eyes
they'll hear your speech

Let your emotions
dance through the
air.........
don't be shy......

mines will also be there

Guiding your love
step for step take
your time dismiss
that pep

We'll be here for a
while if your her who
maintains my smile

My someone new should
have a style......

Your sense of humor
live with your proud

She.

Should start living
in preparation to be
you

Or you.....

CAn be yourself and grant
my wish on finding she....

Her who belongs to me
is in you I can clearly
see

My someone new is in
reach but my arms
they lack in speed

so she......

Evades my grasp every
time I'm close to thee

Sheesh!

I need someone new and
know exactly who she
is

But only time has an
answer for the when will
we be together questioning

I need someone new

© 2011 viewtifulink

preparation by v

I once heard someone
say sex was overrated

I apologized to her and
replied sex is what you
make it

Don't be confused...

That statement was
influenced by the
performance of an average
dude

You have yet to
spread your thighs
for one such as he who
stands in front of you

she rolled her eyes and
began to kiss her teeth
as if I was a last years
hit in which was playing on
repeat

I said...

before you speak and
I'm not hear to preach
but have you ever witnessed
a untamable leak

Equivalent to the amount
of fluids that one would
See

In that big white bowl
where ones piss is released

All because he had a
zombie like craven for
your peach

Your streaming juice
was spiked with a blood
addictive sweet

So his lips
His tongue
His face
He'd feast

nasty.....

That would be an
understatement

towards the way
he made you spill
And the skill he
began displaying

Not one inch taken
Still in all you steady
spraying

You pitching
He catching
you'd think it was
baseball y'all was playing

now after all that you'll
probably make a request
for the Dick

He'll reply like turn over
and caress your clit
with the tip

Drag it across your
lips like he was basing
your shit

Just to see you flinch
then he refacing your
shit

Both palms fastened
to the top of your ass
spreading you wide open
providing his route to ease
pass

two or three swipes
around the rim of
your ass then he diving
straight in...... no scuba mask

anal sex....

Minus the pleasurable
pain of being stretched
his tongue smooth going
in you can't believe your
Level of wet

Open....

Your eyes that is

Open...

In the sense of your
emotions being big

Opened...

You'd assume because
you've never felt your
bodies ocean

legs quaking
bed soaking
your vaginal levees
have been broken

Your frames trembling
he knows now your out
of it

So he whispers in your ear
lay on your stomach and relax
while I slow stroke this

Preparation by v

© 2011 viewtifulink

ms mysterious

When our eyes meet
I can tell that's where
I'm supposed to be

Her smile keeps me
Still

Her voice makes me
weak

Not in the sense or state
where I've dismissed my
energy but she makes me
want to live for her

My future seen outside
a dream

It's funny I swear she's
like a female version of
me

She's sweet.

Shes funny.

I can tell her freaks
unique.

Something similar to mine
I can read between her
speech

I can smell it when she
walks a scent that requests
a vaginal leak

I need to hear it from her
mouth but something mutes
her when she speaks

It's the love she has for
them it controls the way she
thinks

He was there before me
But still lacks our chemistry

I'm just waiting for the day
where his love stains are
washed free

She lack knowledge of
her potential to be
my summer breeze

She's the beauty to
my tree when with
her I'm full of leaves

Shes my outlet to
breathe when life's
pain is smothering
y'all if I don't get
this girl these prior
wounds will continue
to bleed

Scraps and scars I've
endure from my past

Different girls
different days
Trust less nights

Is how I last

Living without love
has kept me safe I play
and pass

Just reduced the pace of
bleeding I'm healing
wrong I have no cast

But she....

I know god sent her
hear for me

He knows who I
am so right now he's
testing me

He knows I'm capable
bred me with that
special key

and he knows her
desire is to be released
so he sent her to be
freed

I play the cards I'm
dealt and right now
tired of pretending to
be king

I been had that in
hand but it won't
feel right without
my queen

Ms mysterious

© 2011 viewtifulink

worthless

Dear: poet

Let me start by saying I
admire your fingertips

Your gift to make
one feel as if you know
there troubles exist

Your pen has taught
me loneliness shouldn't
determine my chances
on being pleasured

And

Love should never be
an excuse on why
you allowed your heart
to be severed

You've taught me many
things I've grown since
I've embraced your ink

But I still can't manage
to change the way I tend to
think,

Of him....

I'm writing you this letter
because I need more then a
general scribe

You see he paints these
vivid pictures of his
feelings before my eyes

His actions used as his
brush my commitment
proves that I'm blind

Makes no effort in
trying to hide it
still in all his rules I
abide

His phone calls only encouraged
by boredom which usually
induces thoughts of my
pleasurable features

Do you know how it
feels to know your
not acknowledged in
whole but in special pieces

I feel like a creature...

Who's tamed
Now trained to obey
and follow my leader

He calls / I answer
He arrives / I spread em

My time with him is
completed

Never once showed an
interest in how I spent
my day

Or even pretended to be
concerned why after sex
I act that way

My face...

it usually screams
embarrassment and
whispers pain

After every sexual encounter
I'm left with a broken
heart and these taunting
sheet stains

They laugh and call
me names I know I know
this sounds insane

I just need some personal
guidance on how to clear
my mind of his name

please respond back
as I am eager to read
your reply

And keep it real as
always I already feel
my entire life was a lie

Ps: love your #1 fan

Worthless ( fan mail )

© 2011 viewtifulink

Can i

I respect you
that's why I can't
neglect you

I've tried to turn my
head but your sex
appeal is something
special

Can i ?....

Can i bless you...

Thought about it
ever since I met
you

I know his bless is
dreadful

your blush
is morning bright
I'd assume his game
was forgetful

Can I plate you..

Stretch you out
and base you

A beauty so soothing
to the eye I know my
tastebuds would be
so grateful

The thought of you
is tasteful

So I over feed
my mind with
Images of me
and my favorite
food

Can I feel you...

Them lips I wish
I feel you

Grant me access to
your juices overflow I
wanna spill you

Season my muscle with
your liquid satisfaction

When you climb off
of me I wanna see
you orally remove
your passion

Take it all in
fill you mouth with
more then just a fraction

Keep showing off your
smarts until I'm again
ready for vaginal
interaction

can I love you...

My interest is not
only to please you

I'm looking for that
real......

That presence of us
make strangers smile
You......

You have the potential
to be something I call
forever
You.....

I can't really explain it
I love myself and see so
much of me in
you...

So can I have you...

Let me be the one
you cry to

The one who makes
you sigh when you
have to say goodbye
to

The one you share your
nights early mornings
missing at work
who...

I wanna be your him
So I'll ask again

Can I have you?

Can I

©2011 viewtifulink

The struggles of being a woman

Never once have I possessed
your unique physique

Or felt the need to suggest
to him respect should fuel
his mind before he speaks

I never once walked down
a street and embraced the
fear of meat on a thanksgiving
feast

Or after donating my love
between the sheets realizing
that he was just feeding....

a sex driven leach

I never endured the pain
that You've sustained.....

From carrying a gift
obtained through love
that's physically gained

The stress
the misunderstood mood swings

The doubt that plagues your
mind on your ability to
take care of things

Being infected by the
thoughts of you not
adapting to such a
change

no I can't say I'm a
friend to these specific
things

But I understand....

And yes I am
man the species
in which you may feel
can provide any prior
circumstance

But I understand...

Raised by one who
lived through shit
her stories would
Strengthen the way
you stand

Trained to be a man
through the eyes of
a women's plan

So it altered the way
i think she balanced
the way I stand

So I understand...

some women take advantage
of there feminine state

These are the women in which
this piece doesn't relate

This is for the women who
spend there nights alone

Your days spent as a
modern slave so your
child had a suitable home

or the ladies who by
pass love because it
mistreated them before

so there caged in sexing
casually most Likely being
labeled as a whore

This is for the females who
truly believe love last forever

Daily your verbally lacerated
physically those marks are
reinstated but blinded by
love you'll swear things
would get better

This is for the girl who
grew up with hate for
her father

He did things which scared
her so it's only natural to
assume any man would
harm her

I'm a man who knows
a little raised by a woman
who been through a lot

For most men it's easy
to direct "Her" away from
his plot

so yes I do understand the
struggles that you women
go through

Your built for this fight
you don't believe reread
the proof

Now I might of left out
something's and none of this
pertains to you just understand
as women your strengths are
far superior even if there not
visible

the struggles of a woman

©2011 viewtifulink

next stop

Have you ever witnessed the sexy
of honey descending from a spoon?

Or embraced the scent of sex
when love has cursed the entire
room

your last separation has left
you feeling like your foot was
swept by a broom cause that love
you once adored is being accompanied
by a tomb

My next stop....

I want her to exceed the
sexy of that honey

And that sex scent smothered
with love well I want that
aroma to hit me in another
country

My nights are spent alone
unless that night I was
feeding hormones

when single you lack
that spark that usually
fuels a connection which
dismisses the cold

Nights like.....

Her forehead kissing your
neck while your arms showed
her body respect

And

Her chest right below your
chest that excitement endured
without the anticipation of sex

you see...

That feeling takes its leave
when dealing with one who
on occasion assist in relieving
you of stress

There positioned on your
team to play there role in
a game of sex

But my next....

Will have to be more
then just physically blessed

I need her mentally strong
able to carry me through all
my wrong

and.....

emotionally stable easy to
love like the small ones we
cradle

And....

Don't make a fool out of
yourself and think I made
the mistake of requesting
one who was perfect

I understand we're human
beings I just want the one
who sports my ring to be
worth it

because my next stop in.
a committed relationship.

she would have to keep this
engine running I have no plans
on revisiting the pit

I'm doing the single
thing I've pleasured those
who desired a fix

I've put forth that extraordinary
effort to where she claimed
without it she felt sick

And......

I can still deliver the
drug I'm just saying after one
more I'm calling it quits

So as of right now I can
share....

But after my next stop
that's it

© 2011 viewtifulink

i ate a mango

My cheeks aroused.
Hit the sky's at the
sighting of the fruit,
Smiles encouraged by
it's flavor and all it's
potential to juice

my palms moistened
as my fingertips grew
nervous before there
connection, while
revealing it's inner
beauty I was forced
to develop an erection

Gently dismissing it's
surface and my tongue
already started
working, Swimming
flipping caressing with
my gums it does it's flirting

mentally cursing....
growing eager to put
forth an oral hurting, my
teeth released it's beast
towards the flavor that
it worships

I just ate a mango.....

The combination of it's ocean
like soak and softness reminds
me of my peach, that sweet between
her thighs by default it's colored pink

when massaged and penetrated
it has the tendency to make her
speak, using terms and untamed
words ones a responsible parent
wouldn't teach

as it leaks.
juices flow beyond
my teeth, all I could
do is think of her legs
constricting me

flavor seasoned with
my desire to pleasure
her, so every bite enhanced
my right to pretend that sweet
i just consumed was hers

squishy sounds magnified
coming equipped with her
pleading, and I know I'm only
eating a mango but I'm beginning
to feel and hear her breathing

She starts screaming.

" damn v!....... Keep eating that
pussy like that, you filling my
shit up god damn that tongue is fat"

Her lips politely invited me
in stepping aside, her stream
everlasting makes for a nonresistant
glide

As I slide...
Her nails penetrate my
scalp bracing her for the
ride, sensation shook her
legs.....

stimulation to her
clit shut her eyes....

my crave for more flavor
influenced her pussy to cry

I'm taunting

" make it rain for me baby
let it run! Don't be shy"

She's high.
absent a drug still she
sits above her normal peak,
surprised at my drive to
take her to a height she's
hardly reached

my hands, lips, chin, face
all covered with what she
released, to y'all a mango is
probably just a mango but to
me this is what is seen

I just ate mango

©2011 viewtifulink

patiently waiting

Intoxicated by lust she's
influenced to believe things
are what they seem, like when
He say........

" I miss you"

The lips below her hips
isn't the base of what
he means

Or when he say......

" I love you "

she embraces that blissful
storm outside her dream

never once has he said it
but you can't tell that girl a
thing because she knows
her man and knows exactly
what he "means"

Shes programmed by his
consistency unfamiliar to
the clingy presence of a
man, so his attention is
all that's required for her
to believe love is in his
plans

Even though she spent
her Cold nights alone
while he had the heat
to see her through them

unable to read between
the lines them spaces left
blank by the ones who drew
em

she lends no light to
the fact his phone only
functions when he's in heat

she'll say

" it's funny......."
" that always mixes in with
his availability"

Or

" it make sense"..........
" he endures that feeling
every time he thinks of me"

In disbelief....

Because his desire for
sex has her feeling unfree
So she swears to god she's
cuffed like being captured by police

all this he sees......

So he continues to move
like trees, only budging when
she blows that special attention
that makes him weak

He dwells on her thoughts
of ( I just want to make him happy )

pretending to be appreciative like

" damn girl........ I never met a
chick this nasty"
" at the right times your classy if
you need anything just ask me!"

All she wanted was his love
he dismissed those convo's with
answers that kept them laughing

Little did she know deep down
inside she was his joke, love kept
far from his surface with her it
had no chance at staying afloat

Her feelings beaten bruised left
with lacerations from lack of
love, so she's blinded by lust to
her it's pure like the beauty of
dove

She's lives happily.....

With thoughts that it can't
get any better, she feels that
turkey is seasoned perfectly she
won't stop eating for a couple feathers

if your one who feeds his needs
because he paints the reality of
your dream, take a second look at
that picture this time it really
isn't what it seems

Patiently waiting

©2011 Viewtifulink

Fuck me... But dont touch me

Fuck me........
But don't touch me.....

She said as she dismissed
her clothes, a rush of passion
extended my gift influenced by
what she proposed

Her true beauty exposed

Sexy dripped from her
face saturated her body
And stained her toes, fuck me........

But don't touch me,
So I did as I was told.

she admired my bulge.
Sucking wind and pinching
teeth is how that story was
told, so I did her a favor and
taunted my flavor revealing
it's straightened pose

Her legs controlled.
after visually embracing
my bold they suddenly closed,
her thought of penetration
struct stimulation Inducing
them to fold

With her eyes she claims
her prize as her fingers break
in to explore inside, I upgrade
the ride by feeding her eyes with my
hand I preform my vertical slide

her pace equivalent to
mine giving the illusion we share
one grind,

My mind.... Working

Her mind....... Searching, I'm creating this
pleasurable time

My eyes.
Her eyes, a vision portrayed of
two being combined, even though
it's in our minds right now it feels
like real time

The temperature climbs.
avalanching moans indicating
a downpour was next in line,

" FUC........ FUCK ME!........... BUT......
DONT TOUCH ME!"

her fingers quickened
Her lids dismissed her eyes

her legs disgusted with
each other as they reached
for opposite sides, extremely
aroused her clitoris proud now
Flossing it's actual size

the on coming rain diminished
it's pride, so it's freed from it's
hood no longer eager to hide

Such passionate cries.....

Fed explicit images to
my mind.......

flicks where her
lips........

would donate a long
kiss attempting to mimic
my vertical slide

My children arrived...

felt at the base quickly
advancing in an upward
drive, she witnessed my
strain and evolving veins
sized me up and opened up
wide

................... "I like when they hide"
Smirking she said while wiping
her mouth dry

" now fuck me!"
" this time love me"

She welcomed all of me
inside

© 2011 viewtifulink

Fuck me..... But don't touch me

i'm missing love

You ever miss love?

Not the being in which
last had your heart,

The feeling.
It's presence.

knowing without you there's
another missing a significant
part

love it art.

drawn by two who
developed a common
care,

Love is that smirk
when your Partner
sits and stare

Or

The tips of there fingers
taking a stroll through your
hair, while not looking is something
that neither one of you can
bare

Love is the warmth felt
right before a kiss,

The closer you get it seems
as if you already felt there
lips,

When you connect you hear
music.

All types of shit, when love is at
it's peak the outer world doesn't
exist

You ever miss love?

The joy embraced from the
thought it all could last forever

Or

The moister your eyes shed
when thoughts of together
shift to never

Love is when nothings left
and you still feel things can
get better, sprinkle love over
a wound and it turns into
pleasure

you ever miss love?

making up carried you to
a whole new peak

I'm talking clear sky's and
bright lights.........

You know....... Where clouds sleep

Them places casual sex just
fell short on reach, there's just
Something about love that gives
sex a different freak

I'm missing love....

not the being in which last
held my heart.

But the excitement
the cut of that ribbon
when you endure that
sexy start

tears take there stroll
when love tends to cross
my mind, because my heart
remembers love but acknowledges
I misplaced mine

It bleeds from wasted time
Boring nights encouraged my
fool to shine, inflicting thoughts
of a different grind because my
love............

Was far from mind.

I'm missing love!

The force that's gained
when it's true, if your
One who's sick from lost
love your not alone I'm
coughing to

I'm missing love

© 2011 viewtiful ink

Theres this girl

There's this girl.....

Excuse me, there's a woman...

Who has the ability to change
my mental plans,

Change the way I stand.

Upgrade my thoughts on
what qualifies "He" to be
a man

A new direction not
lead by hand, so keep from
thought a mans actions lead
by women commands

Think of a beauty....

When captured your vision
expands,

Your way of living
Your purpose
Your future

It all re planned

Every piece of her
embraced reveals your
better man, Her sighting
So pure a perfect in which
you can't understand

Her walk.

A lure into forbidden lands,
places where........

wedding bells
Diamond rings
Children........

You become there biggest fans

Her polite.

Brings forth a different
Bright, her sexy a magnet to
annoyance but still she manages
to maintain her nice

Her smile.

Can hold one still for
a while, freezing my time
replacing my present with
blissful days as a child

Her wild.

witnessed through thoughts...

Fantasies....... Acts in which you
commit to create a child, Her sex
appeal lends me flashes and these
pix.....

These pix, there far from mild

Her sexy........

HER SEXY!.....

Suppresses my inhale
an exhale felt beyond miles,
those who embrace the slightest
whiff is hit with a sense of proud

Her attraction is LOUD

She tames my desire to pleasure
many......

dismissing the fun in sexing
plenty, with her my sexual greed
is reduced equivalent to the worth
of a penny

She doesn't know me.

Nor does she know what she
has,

Her gift
      Her craft

Her control
       Her grasp

Her lift
       Her blast

Her glory
       It's mass

My present
        made past

My chances
        Deep pass

Hail Mary............

with a ball made of shattered
glass,

I have no hands........

equipped with the speed of
a snail in grass,

I have no chance......

At her perfect, she moves way to
fast.........

I'm not out of her league,
it's just.....

She's just.....

Married to her past......

I sit and I laugh........

Talking to myself like damn
that bitch is bad,

If she ever asked.

My life
      It's route

would be on a different path.

There's this woman

© 2011 viewtifulink

Love in reverse

In the beginning it's..........


Summertime fine,
Like that summertime shine

Skylight bright......

Beautiful like fireflies making love
to the night

Or

Watching butterflies take flight
Encouraged by the sight,

of your Like I mean loveeeee.......

But damn that feelings soooo nice!

Everything feels right.
even when things seem left.

Or

Wrong, your love's strengths....
Too strong!

And sex!....

shit, seasoned with love it
taste the best, Every inch of
every piece every crumb a different
unique

And when love is between
speech.....

Time is shackled as they
speak, batteries must grow weak
to influence love to fall asleep

You see now towards the middle....

That summertime lost half
it's shine, that bright gets
overwhelming inducing wishes
For wintertime

Them fireflies done lost there
light equipped now with buzzing
sounds and like to sit, you tolerate
it for a while then shoo away once
you endure that itch

And them butterflies still swing by
But sometimes,

They make you sick, everything just
seems to flip

building Indecisive stomachs

Today seems spoiled. while yesterday
it all was rich...

Now, not enough to make you
vomit.....

but that taste just seems
to sit,

You know, when you get them burps
and you taste the food in your spit.

And you know your disgusted but
say fuck it and swallow it

Now your love went from....

Feeling sooo nice! , To yeaaaa... we
iight

And everything isn't so right.
now things just seem alllright.

Or

All wrong, depending on the
type of night and wether your
over y'all last fight

and sex!...

Shit!. Thats the only time
You witness that beginners
Light,

Everything still warm like the
Breeze on summer nights

And

Everything looks good.....

Like..... Like 9/11 before the flight

And.... And I dont mean any harm....

I'm.... I'm just trying to explain this
Right....

And.... And forgive me if I'm wrong
but around this time love isn't always
nice

Like... Like now when y'all talk
the convo is interrupted by Dial
tone fights....

See, she's never introduced you
to tone but Had to vent to him
on occasion, because now conversation
to you seems a little less amazing

Now the only thing shackled
is your voice via your lips,
That new low tolerance for
her encouraged you to build
a silent zip

You see now at the end

Them trees done lost all
there leaves.....

And That shine is still there
it's just accompanied with a
colder breeze

Them fireflies turned horse flies
Are looking more like dragon
flies, now your fly swater is
in hand cause they tend to sting
when they stop by

Them Butterflies are still there....

but not alive......

and mentally you fight
to lose em but the thought of that
might moist your eyes

And you pray things get better but
your the only one who wants them
to survive, so it eats you alive keeping
that love dead inside

now that allllright feeling is
substituted with all wrong

Or

Your fighting with yourself on
why you held on for so long

And sex!.

Man........ That shit ain't going on...

if your the one who wanted out she
ain't trying to hear that song

Now everytime y'all speak...
It's arguments till four in the
morning, one trying figure things
out the other tyrna postpone this
until the morning

Love......

Wouldn't be what it is without
risks, so next time your love
is fading........

Do me a favor and reread this
Shit!

Love in reverse

© 2011 viewtifulink

she made it rain

Before I drive.
your skin Is seasoned
by my eyes, excuse me as
I stare I love to anticipate
the ride


From behind.
Lay on your stomach
dismiss your fine, place
a crook in your spine so
our lips are alined


Lend me your mind.
So we are sexually
entwined, each thought
Processed as mine so you
know my freak ahead of
time


Now let's rewind.
scroll up a couple
lines to where our
lips were alined follow
my lead we share one
mind


the sheets pinched
Influenced by her clinch
that influenced by my thought
of her vaginas new best friend


she's sucking wind.
knowing I'm on my
way in,

Both palms.
           Opened
Her cheeks
          Groping
My tongue
          stroking!.... in in in in

Deep reach
              Moans
                     Grins
Closed fist
          Air holding
My devotion
               was po-tent

Encouraged her downward
motion,

Her breast
            Her skin
                     Her wet.........
Ocean

My stretch
              My width
                         My drift
Explosion

Her gloss drips.
saturating my gift
lubricating with her hips
every pump redresses it

Her gloss sits
Painted my thick
It's sighting now rich
my stick her flavored dipped.

Her taste buds squint
so she cleans with her
lips recycling all her passion
released during her erotic bliss

My toes now fist.
induced by oral
tricks, cloud like lips
Inviting me to her throats
abyss

Summoning spit.
her reflexes calls
for it, My depths influences
this reinforcement of mucus

This passionate kiss.
seductive glares
and motioning wrists,

My eyelids flicker
My teeth embraces wind
Her head sways fast
then suffers a speed
demotion

A combination which
promotes explosives,
All being lit by her talent
to orally stroke...........

SHIT!

My emotions.
All expressed via my
eruption,

My knees
        Slight shift
Her hair
          My fist
Her throat
           My kids
I smiled
          She sipped

She made it rain

©2011 viewtifulink

When we masturbate ( collaboration with jai "Raayn" marie

As I read.
Her ink caresses me,
Her hand, tongue , and
lips are felt where my
erection is seen


jai Marie.
her every word invested in
me, they guide me through those
times when my kids are eager to
be freed


Such a sweet release.
every ounce of fluid
I leak, is influenced by her
gift to lend me her pussy
verbally


Such potency.
It's hold boa constrictor when
time to feed, But easy glide
when I stroke due to a constant
flow like a stream


As I proceed.
her talents are witnessed
orally, through every line
she directs my mind to believe
her lips are stroking me,


Her hands, my thick
grab hold of me


Her neck, Light twist
Slow motion speed


Her breath, plus spit
imitates pussy


Warm feel, vice grip
Extracts cum from me

Oral
    Vaginal


Her ink clones she


so when I'm alone I'm
never lonely, grab a piece
just read fuck mentally


By hand, take command
she's controlling me


my mind, relocates
her world I see


Her pen, my thoughts
Her freak is seen


Ms Marie makes
masturbating So easy,
lends me her body through
poetry


When we masturbate


For months his ink
has teased the want in me
initial meet was discussing wet dreams
and as I read his creative mind
I began to feel him stroking mine


Viewtiful-ly...
without permission
he, caressed the very depth of my resistance
breaking free my need to release
surrender to his ink as it filled me


His lyrical tones...
invoked deep melodic moans
and whispered involuntary groans
as his tongue became the swirl, of my
index around my wet, throbbing pearl


Intensity he brings...
as I close my eyes, reflecting upon
his scribe, imagining, the probing of his tongue,
beckoning the release of my sweet sugary treat, as it seeps,
he soaks my sheets with the heat of his wordplay mastery


Imbibing me...
As I read, I see that he drinks the very essence
of me, as I Love to Remember Him and when we will
be again, for he seeks to taste the syn that spills from me
thru the lines that I sign with my sublime orgasmic release


Invading me...
sliding the coolness of his steel inside of me
changing speeds of his stroke from slow and deliberate,
to increasing speeds with haste, yet not an ounce of ink
does he waste, He allows me to believe his pen is stroking me,
beyond the un-ruled lines of discreetness, exploiting my weakness


His lips, my lips
he teases me


His pinch, my nipple
pure excitement


His lips, tongue, insert 2
my tongue licks remnants of sweet ecstasy


His suck, squeeze, tease
my explosive release


His ink becomes the very essence of he
wide open as I become He, in this moment,
he owns me, leaving me dripping in his ink


He has become my seek
archived countless pieces
I crave to be alone so he can
infiltrate the very core of me
to him, unknowingly


my fingers caressing folds
and he takes hold, mentally


Instruction cums as I tease my G,
moans filling the air as I release....
"Daaaamn G-gggggg"


His pen has traced me, revealing
my deepest freak, reflected in his ink


V-ink "makes" me
masturbate. His ink takes
control of my need and forces me
to release. I must take heed and prepare
before approaching the read of HIS poetry.

When we masturbate

© 2011 viewtifulink & jai Marie collaboration

mass effects

Embrace the rain every drip
lends word of her massive
drain, shield your eyes watch
with your mind and let
each drop explain


she's one who claims.
Keep from thought her
miniature frame, give sight to
the clouds cry her release was
one in the same


Thunderous moans.
Heard after each of his
lighting like thrust, nonequivalent
in speed but it's force is felt
when they're struck


gust of winds all pulled
from deep within, Traveling
lengths and his width sat far
from thin


Her lungs hunger grew steep that
story told via her gasp, shortened
Breaths all induced by her vaginal lips
desire to grasp


Floods of sensations.
her liquid passion spilled
now flowing beneath, admires
It's touch because it's influence
exceeds unique


A passionate leak.
Like watching the rain
your witnessing pure beauty,
so she sits and just thinks
basking in her body's purity


speaking of think.
The storms gone but
the rain refuses to flee,
As she dwells her climax
swells and her bed sheets
continue to drink


men-tal-ly.
The storm replays
Recorded
Felt physically


In-ternal-ly
Theres a hurricane
Flooded
fluids redirected now
seen externally


her legs and sheets.
finger tips all covered with
a taste of peach,


Her passion was sweet.
His thirst encouraged her
curiosity, now the presence
of his storm is felt repeatedly


When it rains.
The sky is in resemblance
to her sexual peak,
a massive effect look up your
storm is equivalent to her orgasmic
release

Mass effects

©2011 viewtifulink

curiosity kept her kat

Always amused by the
Pleasures induced via
her hand, her body was
her prisoner so there wasn't
much she didn't understand

Lived for the feeling.
The length and width
The thick of a man, but
when absent the presence
of his thrust a meeting between
Clit, her spit, mental flicks of
her lips massaging his stick was
likely planned

Interested in a special itch
one which requires a more
sensitive scratch, a mirror
like structure with the ability
to exceed the pleasures of his
physical gift that would be an
exceptional match

Then came along one who
held such specific stats, Neck
Twisting walk magnetic thighs
which summoned all eyes to look
back

There meet premeditated talk
of legs being segregated while
Vaginas are penetrated, clits
orally insulated while being
rapidly stimulated until waterfalls
are demonstrated

Now soaked.....
Well lubricated....
There toys become saturated.....

Painted by there leakage from
being vaginally suffocated,
Simultaneously there vaginas
were invaded so there orgasms are
Once again reinstated

Once an urge to experiment Now
an everyday desire, the cause of
such rapid evolution it was fertilized
by an unfamiliar fire

an unexplainable touch like
a sharpened blade with no
cut , the thought of her
Scent convinced her vagina
to blush

a thought of her voice
caused it to lightly slush

her moan created a tremble
this induced a vaginal rush

moisturized her thighs the
streamed flowed from up
above, now mentally caged in
her moments the slightest friction
from her denim would cause a flood

Never before has she been
Placed in a state where she
embraced such a soothing fix,
Curiosity lead the way now it's
pardon her back when greeted
by dick

Curiosity kept her kat

©2011 viewtifulink

And still we smile

Blessed with the gift of
life but cursed with a constant
fight, from a place where my brothers
lives are rarely taken by the hands
of Christ

Generated smiles.

Fueled by thoughts of better
days, but our actions are guided
by our struggle it's like an environmental
plague

Todays children raised with
the mentality of a modern day
slave, like yea your freed from
your chains but our reflection
would never change

Still caged.

Bars made of our mothers
pain, Built by my brothers
hand a lifestyle which
resembles fame

a name....

There tamed, trained like
athletes in a televised game,
where good players get subbed
And great players get waived

a grave, you could say is
there sacred hall of fame,
it's a shame they play a game
where your only reward is your
brothers pain

with an inconsistent salary
no money is guaranteed, get
paid today tomorrow lose it via
another players greed

most youth forced into this
encouraged by there own
eyes, easily see the gifts
lacking the luck to acknowledge
the prize

Family and friends all witness
it an award which induce uninvited
cries, we all owe him a death but
we live eager to die

and still we smile based on our
history I'll say today's a little
better, but time hasn't really
changed were just experiencing
different weather

And still we smile

©2011 viewtifulink

she loves to remember

One thought and pleasure
stalks it's presence known
absent an interest of being
hidden, thought of his name
replays his game allow me to
paint her current vision

Just listen, decrease your
vision use your lids to enhance
your ears precision, feel my whisper
let it guide this picture I need you
to embrace this vivid description

mentally obsessed with his
sex so her body is erotically
driven, each image her vagina lays
witness because her mind commands
it to listen

her palms clinching
her lips gripping
his penis digging

Each flash request more
of her dripping,

His scratch re itching
His touch revisits
His mass laid deep imprisoned

Each thrust aids to her
gasp so she's slightly winded,
His beast retreats so there
lips can meet and her lungs
won't become offended

His oral approach is
lessened in strokes that
power is substituted by finesse,
his route to her orgasm has
changed this lane is equivalent
to an express

His lips her lips
His hands hers fist
Her clit assaulted by licks

As she spits he sips
determine to remove
her sick, his thirst exceeds
her vaginal stream so she's
encouraged to vomit

As time proceeds her vision
exceeds the sensation she
normally endures, physically
she grows sore desiring time
to restore while mentally she
strives for more

She loves to remember

© 2011 viewtifulink

Recovery room

She sleeps.

Awakened in a dream where
the airs touch is soothing,
equivalent to a massage catering
to all her prior bruising

she endures a stressless vibe
which places her in a state of
pure, stripped of her clothing keeps
her whole in this world with her
beauty she is sucre

Shes awake.

Outside her realm she's a twig
amongst a far more experienced
tree, verbally trained physically
tamed so mentally this is what
shes forced to believe

Yes sir

No sir

Her vocabulary fixed to his
liking, if she thought to fix
her lips without consent the
thought of that consequence
was frightening

She sleeps.

Now equipped with a mind
which has the ability to
assemble mountains, immune
to any physical hurt while
verbally fluid like a fountain

Her speech unmatched
with no rules attached,
Her leash unlatched her
Voice spilled it's tone
relaxed soothes turns
smooth any surface like
wax

She's awake

A wife.
      who lives.
His life.
      Misplaced, her fight.
To embrace, his bite.

Spent, her days.
           Looking forward, to nights.
Hellish mornings, with satan
               Blissful nights, with Christ

She's sleep

Her dreams bring forth
a stage of recovery her
world a time and place
where she lives trouble
free, no woman should
ever need her sleep to
feel relieved if his plan
is delivered by hand it
is he that you must release

Recovery room

© 2011 viewtifulink

my order of stimulation

Ones body is a slave to
the word of there mind,
mental arousal is the foundation
of a pleasurable time

A penetrating speech plants
visuals of her release, what
ever the mind sees the body is
ordered to seek

Taming her mind to freeze
erotic thoughts of me, verbal
four play from a distance I've
prepared that pussy

Once the thought of my name
induces her to vaginally rain,
the physical aspect will cause
a flood because she's
mentally trained

Moving one pace ahead
I welcome you all to the
tease, now my hands do
the talking building on
her sexual greed

Feathery strokes across
her lips and clit absent
the removal of a stitch,
sounds limited to her sucking
wind while my eyes and grin
talk they shit

Taunting her desires my
fingertips dance around the button
on her pants, taking my time
on revealing her treasure forcing
her hormones to prance

She's now placed in a
a sexual state similar
to me being head deep,
whatever happens after
this it's outcome has been
increased

She initiates a game of
tag announces I'm it
via her lips, I happily
play along taking this game
below her hips

Kiss after kiss with
dragged intermissions
introduced by splitting
licks, gentle swipes between
her lips between each kiss
enlarged her clit

Her stimulation switch
now becomes my main
focus, the key to her drip
a working influence to her
faucet

It's excessive flow calls
upon my space provider,
my god given tool I use
to create space inside her

She embraces my thick
each thrust awards me
with a hug,

Her lips.....

They love....

Refuse to let go of my
unshakable drug

My order of stimulation
ends with dramatic
penetration, I aid
her vagina in reducing
my muscles circulation

My order of stimulation

© 2011 viewtifulink

dont lose faith

Even though it's continuously
proven were all living to die,
In our eyes it's always a
surprise when love is removed
from our side

Forced goodbyes....

Extract our feelings via
our eyes, Pain and hurt
is physically seen it molds
the liquid we release as we
cry

tears are the
physical form of mental
hurt and emotional pain,
that's why when our
eyes shed for long afterwards
they portray blood stains

A name.....

And your thoughts of them
is all the love that remains,
love can never be dismissed
the only thing absent is
ones frame

An extreme yet minor change
because love keeps hold of
the soul they obtain, so they'll
live through those who love
their spirits are yours to claim

I can't say I've endured the
agony absorbed from losing
one who shared the same
mother, yet I've felt the
disconnection from one who
I've grown to see as a brother

Everyday I'm hit with
a pain it's story only tears
can explain, so everyday
I keep his spirit alive letting
him know he was more then a
name

Talk to the ones you've lost
let them know that you still care,
the journey without them is
fierce but through your heart
there always here

Its weird .....

I understand to actually sit
and say a prayer, the thought
if what was said is heard or
are you just conversing with
the air

Don't fear......

The reality of them not being
able to ever appear, he who needed
them there made sure we have ways
for their spirits to stay near

R . I . P. Anthony

R . I . P popoff

R . I . P TeD

R.I..P to any and everyone we lost who was part of the 174st family!!! You will always and forever be missed!

© 2011 viewtifulink

When she masturbates

A sudden desire to please
it driven by the sounds of
a seductive plead, a stroll
past her mirror placed a face
on who her ears claim was in
need


Touch me.....


a soft streaming demand
one which easily could
of passed as a question,
her teeth pinned down
her lip a sign she acknowledges
her admirable reflection


Touch me......


Her words now supported
by a heated flow of air, passion
fled from her vagina as that
command breezed pass her ear


Her hair brushed aside
a set of lips greeted the back
of her neck, uncertainty questioned
this act by inducing her hand to
gradually check


They returned set. Her
fingertips moisturized
they've been orally prepped ,
her voice now assisted her
thought on what exactly should
happen next


Fuck me...


Penetrated by her tone
she's now filled with
inspiration, mentally
tamed to believe it's
sex absent a thought
of masturbation


Now under the influence
her hand makes way down
her chest, a ghost like stride
her tips a magnet to where
things seem wet


shielding her eyes from
the light enhances her
sight her thoughts are
now bright, she opens
her doors to what should
feel nice two fingers thick
imitating his pipe


Fuck me...!


Taunting herself implying
she doubles sensation, with
her other hand she thumb whips
her clit her body grows sick a
pleasurable infestation


Now her body grows weak
as her sickness grows deep
it's effect invades her core,
her stomach grows tight
as she calls out for christ
in the mix of begging for
more


As time grows thick her vagina continuously
spits on the verge to vomit that fact lends
 force to her thrust, repetitive trips of
segregating her lips and finally her vagina
 threw up


Hold me....


The fuel to her prize
lay before her eyes when
ever she gives sight to
a mirror, She's in love
with her frame so keeps
from thought a man as
thoughts of he wouldn't
produce an outcome this
severe

When she masturbates

© 2011 viewtifulink