Sunday, August 28, 2011

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

Friday, August 26, 2011

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

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

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

Monday, August 22, 2011

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

Friday, August 12, 2011

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

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

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

Monday, August 8, 2011

When i masturbate

When I masturbate,


Mental strokes....


Reminiscing of her clinch
and heated choke, everlasting
splash and I swam dismissing
my boat,


Gradually made way up
coast, embracing her soak
eventually saturated by her
waterfall skillfully I kept afloat


Her excitement encouraged
her hunger to massage her
throat, forever enjoyed
personal oils So she collapsed
her lips upon my muscle
while it was seasoned with
her river flow


Mental strokes...


My palms friended her
ears now equipped to
guide her motion in
my favorable slope,
she unleashed the beast
that was caged by her
teeth which requested
my children to show


My seeds been planted
buried where they'll be
absent the influence of
growth, her eyes flirted
with mines her teeth pinched
her lips before she misplaced
it........
slow.


Mental strokes...


Such work has summoned
a thirst, so i demanded
a drink via her sink
a possible tweaked faucet
it was able to squirt


Multiple outburst


her mind forced to it's
outskirts, she verbally
sounds cursed


All compliments to my tongue
work


When I masturbate...


Mental strokes....


I exercise my gift of
imagery, given a mind
strong enough to pleasure
myself mentally


When I masturbate

© 2011 viewtifulink

Saturday, August 6, 2011

Pardon my ink

It's alive....


My ears witnessed it's
dreadful cries, When
I'm near a pen its
desire screams from
inside


When it's casing endures
my touch it seems to
silence those awkward
cries, a pulse like beat is
felt as my grip tightens it's
speed is multiplied


EXCITED!.....


well so am I, I assume this
action is induced by my potent
drive, it feels what he put
inside and absorbs an epic vibe
embraces that special energy
and is driven to come alive,


my thought aids my hand
as my hand aids his plan,
combing this with ink enables
the reader to understand


Stimulation on demand,
your mental wishes are
my command, treat my ink
like a genie bless your eyes
and there i am


The inks alive....


as you read I shall
arrive, lacking my physical
form my presence is felt deep
inside


If that's what she needs
my talents will be felt upon
her thighs, minutes
before she erupts and begins
to vaginally cry


if he needs advice unsure
on how to make things
right, I can appear as a
conscience and shed some
light upon his fright


I'm here to better ones life
poetry enhanced my passion
to write, but please excuse
my ink some say its cursed
with the gift of life


Pardon my ink


© 2011 viewtifulink

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Tamed

A freak.....


She was, to them an
animal when near them
sheets


The meet....


She was, nothing of
what his ears mentioned
her to be


Unleashed....


He was, his state of
being sexually


Her peak....


It was, space bound
some where our stars
and planets would sleep


Her beast....


It was, no match for
his pleasurable commanding
leash, orgasmic collar chained
to her feet her freak disabled
it no longer roamed free


Her leak....


it was, a pace the opposite of
creep, her fluids quickly
released as if its visiting
time was brief


Her speech...


It was, nothing our
government could manage
to teach, exorcist, emily, that
type of shit she seem to
speak


Her thoughts...


They were, overwhelming
inducing her juices to flee,
the aftermath of his craft
leaves her penetrated
mentally


Her thighs....


They are, moisturized each
time their time invades her
mind, so inflamed with what
he's done his name can cause
her degree to climb


Her hands....


They are, like magic
when ever shes home alone,
she settles for mental flashes
of there crotches clashing no
man can ever retake his throne


I am......


He, who your eyes and
mind have been influenced
to see, my ink works as a
lure to your sexual destiny

Tamed

©2011 viewtifulink