Thursday, December 26, 2013

Turn Me On, Then _____ Me. ❤

He surprisingly grabbed me,
Backing me up against the wall,
He laid some fine kisses on my neck as he slid his hands down my back cupping my ass,
Squeezing them softly.
I could feel the rush in my belly,
I could feel my ____ jumping,
I  bit my lips.
My heart starts to beat faster,
He kissed me slowly, going down to my breast,
but he stopped..
He started to lay hickeys on my chest.
He kissed from my breast up to my lips.
His hands were in my underwear.
Slipping his fingers slowly inside, I jumped,
He looked into my eyes, He smiled seductively,
Kissing me softly once more on the lips.
He sucked on my tongue,
Then I bit him on his bottom lip,
He made me curled,
I sunk my fingers in his flesh, abrading his back.
My hormones were bursting through my skin..
His hands were removed from my underwear,
I went infront of him and turn my back to his chest,
I grind down slowly on him grabbing his crotch,
He squeezed my breast passionately as I suck on his tongue.
I could feel the urge, A sudden rush.
I held onto his jeans with a tight grip still grinding on him.
He turned me around and smiled again.
He lifted me up, Pushed me against the wall,
My legs locked around his waist.
He begun to kiss me again as he carried me in his hands to the bedroom.
And that's when we ______ for hours,
After he had turned me on in the living room.









Friday, December 6, 2013

You Brought Me Back to Life. ❤

I remember,
I remember very well
when you were the only person by my side,
I was lost,
So confused and sick of life.
Until you gave me a reason to live again.
We had never had a stable conversation
without having an argument after,
I always mess things up.
I remember losing you not once but twice,
My personality was too repulsive for you to bare,
I told you sorry a million times,
Did they ever count for me being ungrateful to you ?
I'm always passing the boundaries,
You spoil me.
You're not like everybody else, you were different.
I was blind to see that the little things I did was irksome.
You gave me many chances to be in your life again
but I wasted them thinking that you'll always be accepting my apologies,
I took our friendship for granted.
But now you're gone.
I've hit rock bottom,
And there's nothing that I can say to mend the broken pieces.
You were a great friend who stood up for me,
I'll NEVER forget that.
As I write these words with tears falling from my eyes,
I'll be here wishing the best for you,
Even though you have moved on out of my life.




Friday, November 15, 2013

Ghetto Cry - A Song .. (Unfinished) ..

[Verse: 1]
It's just another rainy day in the Ghetto,
Black shades on and my Red Stiletto,
There aint no peace without drugs,
That's what keep the place MELLO.
Cocaine on ya' tongue,
Guess where they hid it ? In the Jello.
It's so hard on them, They suffering the pain.
But a little dirty sprite would make it all go away.
Ma' nigga, my nigga, In the Ghetto,
Life just aint the same.

(Chorus)
Can't you hear the cry of the Ghetto?
Why can't somebody come and save us?
We need some jobs in the Ghetto.
We need some food in the Ghetto.
Can't you hear the Ghetto Cry ? (cry, cry)
Can't you hear the Ghetto Cry ? (cry, cry)
Why ? Oh why ? Oh why ?
The Ghetto Cry.

Monday, November 11, 2013

Alone ...

I just imagined myself in my head
Hanging hopelessly from a million plotted threads.
I'm empty and alone,
With these voices in my head.

Try imagine, Pretend it's you.
Every minute, every hour.
Self esteem going down.
And there's nothing that you can do.

Nobody is by your side.
No Mom , No Dad.
Nobody seems to care.
So you just moved on.


She's just starting life.
 Harder times are left to come.
Some say she's seeking attention,
Some said: She's just doing it for fun.

Starved, Useless
Suffering, Stressed
Disgusted, Cutting
And of-course Depressed.

My friends ?
They don't care.
My family ?
They can't help.

I can't escape it.
It stings under my skin.
Some laughed because I'm sad.
I can't find the joke .. So I never grin.

They all say I'm stupid .
"You're a crackhead"
When little they know that I'm killing myself slowly.
And one you'll find me hanging from the ceiling or
laying on my bed Dead.

That's when they will all regret what they have said.
That's when they'll realize that it wasn't a act, 
That I wasn't being someone that I'm not,
But just sad me, No pretend.






Friday, November 1, 2013