Wednesday, November 30, 2011

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

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

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

Monday, November 28, 2011

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

Friday, November 25, 2011

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

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

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

Sunday, November 6, 2011

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