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 Jun 2014
PrttyBrd
Eyes blinded by passion as you grab my hair
Claimed as yours, you display proudly
And I  cannot hold still
Desire burns hot
You stick your fingers through my smile and make room
Room to claim me as yours, once and for all
A fistful of hair positions you inside of me
Eyes water with depth
Trying to breathe, I squirm
Held gently but firmly in place
A naughty smile and a Twinkle in those hazel eyes
No, you will not win,
Not this time.
For I am not yours
You are mine
My rod of molten steel
My elixir of life
Mine
Hold me in place and take it home
My eyes never leave yours
You watch intently as you disappear, repeatedly
I can't help but smile, though I have no room to do so
Warm and wet i take what you give
And when I am released
I find myself sharing the joy
6/29/14
 Jun 2014
Poetic T
I exhale, I do it before every ****,
I know there plans
Watched for many days and nights
Their routine bound days,
Awake,
Breakfast,
Work,
Sleep,
"No detour this makes it easier"
Analyse,
Plan,
Time,
Place,
I do this as I must,
I don't do it out of pleasure
I do it for there last breathe
Inhaled many, I tasted there death.
Exhaled,
Inhaled,
"Nectar of life"
Then they are gone,
It must be quick, no pleasure
In a lasting ****.  
I don't know you
"But I saw your breathe,
Each is different  unique,
But those special ones I see,
The nectar must be inhaled
The only reason I ****,
"Beware where you exhale,
As it may be the last that you breathe
**And I inhale while you lie now still
 Jun 2014
John Ashton Upston
Run, run little girl,
Im only after your fears.
Hide, hide from the light.
I'll only eat your tears,
in the coldest, blackest
Night.

I'm not the hero.
I'm not here to save everyone.
I have fallen.
It feels so good to let go,
and let your demons roam.


Let me tell you a story,
and sell you a worry,
I'm never going home.
I'll always be in the clouds.
Dreaming. Terrible dreams.
I'll always want to conquer, to rule.
You'll never be anything to me,
but my *****. That's where I'm safe.

You can't hurt me anymore.
I feel pain but it doesnt reach me,
No longer, no more.
This life it is a bore.
Let me enlighten it.
Let me frighten it, by the seams.
Run, run, Little girl, little girl.
Your nothing but another of my dreams.
I'll never catch you but
I will always be chasing.
Hungry hungry,
voracious and deadly seeming.
Into the cracks, the crevices,
of your once friendly being.

I will make you all hot,
eating you from the inside out.
And then you'll get cold,
You'll walk right on out.
And I wont notice the difference.
Ill stay here, if only for a while,
Laying, thinking, realizing...
You were just a *****.
Little girl, little lamb.
I am greater now than a man.
And less than any one can.
Smile.
 Jun 2014
Poetic T
I am a painter of death
I will paint the white red
For the only good
Is that of red
There is no other colour
No other way
For blood must run
The colour red.
I will paint a master piece
Of blood,
Of flesh,
Of Bone,
The master piece
Of the knife.
The blood will run
The paint is red
I will paint many pictures
They are of,
Pain,
Suffering,
Cruelty,
They drip with each stroke.
I will paint
With the cruelty
That is me,
**The canvas will run red.
#life #death #red
 Jun 2014
Poetic T
I ploughed the field
Back and forth,
I was good at it
Till that time,
It hit the stone
I nearly broke it.

Nearly bend it,
The pain It would have caused.

But I carried on,
And  the field was ploughed.

Then I slept
As I had finished the job,
The satisfaction
On my face lasted
The night
As I slept sound
All night.
:)
 Jun 2014
Poetic T
She was hunted by a witch,
Who was to **** her
By the name of white.
She sent the woodsman
To put an end to her young life.

Caught up in the woods,
She begged for her life,
On her knees, she did the deed.
Wood was in her mouth,
  Down the back of the throat licking
Lips after the deed.

Be gone said the woodsman,
She had secured her freedom.
She did run, into the woods
she found a home,
She smashed a window to escape
the cold.

She undressed and lay on the bed.
Asleep she did fall, then awoken,
She was startled as seven little men
Stood around the bed.
Do you like what you see?
If you let me hide here,
I will thank you in ways that a princess is taught,
I can be naughty as well as nice.

They talked and said all right,
She pleasured most of them through out the night.
Happy was used and abused,
But he left the room smiling from left to right.
One did leave the room with a grumpy face,
He liked his kin and sleeping with a woman
Had never felt right.

So through the night,
She showed them things
That only princes usually get to see,
And for a while they lived all happily.

Her name was white,
But she was anything but that.
She had the stamina
To keep these little men all happy,
Content they could live with that.

But time went on,
The queen had found by rumour,
Where she not so pure was at.
A plan was made to
End her life.

A candy apple sold at the door,
She said her thanks an shut the door.
She liked hard things in her mouth,
Licked with her tongue,
Took a bite and passed out.

She was found
When the little men came home.
In tears they where,
As they would once again
Have to use the wooden doll.
Splinters were never fun to pull out,
Used by many it was cleaned a lot out.

She was put in a casket made of glass,
Still a beauty to behold.
As word spread,
Princes from across did try to find.
But only one had found white,
A kiss on the lips
Would break a curse out right.

His lips pressed hard,
and a confused look,
as the kiss was salty on his lips.
Happy smiled as he didn't have a care,
A mouth is a mouth warm it was
When he pushed it in and out.
So he used it to satisfy his urges,
No one would know
As he did it in the dark of night.

She awoke startled,
So much time had past.
I am your prince,
I heard tale of a gargling princess
named as white.

They travelled the land
To avenge her near death,
By the queen of night.
Swords drawn,
The seven little men by her side,
They confronted the queen.

She said do you know what she did?
This woman called white.
She slept with my son,
My husband and me.
Turning each against the other,
Until I was the only one left out of three.

Her name is white,
But she is any thing but that.
She will turn one against the other.
She must die for her crimes against me.
With that the prince looked on,
As she said all is true.

But queen you liked what I did
Before you found out,
That I played your family.
You all got what was deserved
I have no regrets with that.

Then with sword in hand
She killed the queen
With a sword through the heart.
She turned her sights
On the eight men.
The prince fought well
But she was too good.
His head left his shoulders
Ending his life.

The seven were no match for her.
Drenched in red,
But named white,
As all were slain.
She smiled sitting at her rightful place,
The queen of white
That went on to conquer many lands
 Dressed in red but named white.
 Jun 2014
Poetic T
jolly roger played
with his togger under
the light of the moon

When it spat and a 
snake bit back, now
his ***** look like
balloons.
don't **** in the woods :)
 Jun 2014
Poetic T
I think of a word  and then write it out, the

rope is now thrown up and over placed

just right, I write one more the noose is

nicely tightened up just right.

  

A word comes to mind, a thought

made on paper, can I guess

what will happen next.

  

So many words writtern, things

I have done to make this right, first

was the rope, the noose tightened

just right a word on paper

the rope drawn to that which will

hold it tight.

  

Words have been writtern the

time running out, as the last

one is on paper my time has run out.

  

The hang man is finished the note

writtern out, where once there was panic

and movment, I am the hang man silent, still

the noose drawn tightly no air to escape

in or out.

  

Peace now resides on this still

  calm face, as I am waiting to be  found

with my note explaning everything

neatly writtern out.
 Jun 2014
Poetic T
Different ways to go, so many
things to ***** a life, make once
that beat no blood to flow, spoilt
for the ways to end. to go out quite,
to go with a splat make it public
or in secret not found till I am
just bone.

I go through the pros and cons
of which way to go. a bullet is
quick, gone to fast to feel the
pain as my skull and brain
paints the wall. But what if I
pause, and I shot the side of
my face off, blind unable to eat
with out a straw, scratch that
off my list a shudder down the
spine the gun goes into its locked
draw.

Then there is the rope, from a tree
or a height as long as my feet don't
touch the floor. the Pros again quick
and cheap a snapped neck I'm gone
here no longer anymore. But what
happens, if the neck doesn't go crunch
and I'm suffocating for a life time
dyeing in pain my feet a centimetre
off the floor. No I think that is the
wrong way to go.

I go through the cons and pros so many
ways to go, this is giving me a head ache,
my head feels like its going to explode,
its better to keep my feet on the floor.
To many errors to make, ill just go in
my own time, as it could be tomorrow,
really I should cherish my life and not
try to stop the beating of my heart,
what was I thinking as I go about my
life once more.
 Jun 2014
Poetic T
I want to
be a lesbian,
because I like
the taste of ****,
no chance of pregnancy just lots of tasty juicy stuff..
 May 2014
Poetic T
69
The numbers were said a smile hit their
face, munching of organs *******, licking
and biting. A grin on both faces as a thought
of pleasure of mutual excitement was about
to take place.

A shoe flies off, a sock lands in the fish bowl,
I don't think the fish will mind at the moment,
I don't care. Where shall we do it on the sitting
room floor, to ******* my back and last time
I got to excited and smashed my head off the floor.

The bed it is there now gagging for the pleasure
to start, its too light shall we do it under the blanket,
too hot unless you want sweat dripping off my
*****, to land in you eyes or up your nose,
remember that happened before.

So to light the fires kisses start, the fondling of
different ****** parts,  passionate kisses touching
private parts the fun is about to start. Side ways
or you on top I'll go on top I nearly got black
eyes last time from your up and down *****.
So she licks and he caresses her lips with his lips
and tongue.

She uses the tip of her tongue, then takes it all in
one mouthful, he arches ''OH MY GOD'' he  screams
do that again I want more. As he teases her lips,
opening them up caress with the tip of his tongue,
then sticks his tongue in her love tunnel. He loves
the taste he could drink her juices never full always
wanting more.

Its getting heated she goes faster slower, he finds
her spot nudging it with his tongue ******* on it
she pushes his face in screaming''THATS THE SPOT''
he licks even faster the signs are right as she explodes
over his mouth 'OH MY GOD'' OH MY GOD'' a multiple
she never had one before.

Now she relaxes, '' OH NO YOU DON'T its my turn,
so She speeds up the pace, faster harder than before
using the edge of her teeth a little he likes the pain
then the pleasure more. ''I'M GETTING CLOSE''
I'm going to explode as the ****** comes swallowing
all of his juices lapping it up with her tongue.

But out of the blue, as he relaxed a guff of wind
blows her hair, as she shots up, did you just let
rip as you did before. No he says sheepishly, this
is why we don't do this you get too relaxed, and last
time it was in my eyes and before that a silent but
deadly  squeezed up my nose. This is the last time
I will say those numbers 69. It was good  but you
aren't having them any more.
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