Me! If your wicked little girl who eats every inch of your body in these dark nights the one who is a demon in your burning wishes, quenching your thoughts on the nights of madness, that I am the evil who enjoys your living flesh throbbing between my lips succumb to The high hell calsinandose among the lowest passions... in my hells.

Me your little girl. Profane your body with the delight of my cravings itself,...
Turning it into a sublime, ecstasy between beehives of the hells that consumes, every space,
From your virile member ami craving
Devouring your skin in my cavída putting and pulling every moan, of our feeling.... between the walls screaming and moaning in this osdcurida of the wicked nights, I your little girl who brings the taste between the lips of your sweaty.. permeating In the skin, your scent of man.. that makes me travel between hell and glory I your little girl.. the one who plays with your body. Me your sadistic little girl and the one who devours your *** and the one who enjoyed in my cravings infinite madness, only I revealed your prostituciónes, and I discover your nakedness with my lips.. and I don't get rid of you because you know I'm Perverse

[Hurts So Good by Astrid S is playing in the background]

"Do you feel important now?"
you asked me in a gentle whisper
as you were caressing/kissing me
I said "Hell yeah I feel important."
"Good" you said
"Do you?" I asked
"This is not about me. It's about you." you said
You smiled as you touched my face
as you pressed your ****, seductive body into mine
A blossoming trail of infinite kisses followed
tears in your eyes
lust on your lips
seduction in your voice
my hands on your hips
your hands on my body
tight was your grip
tight were your lips
the deeper you pressed them
into my neck
my nails digging into your skin
I cry at the very craving of you
what have you done to me?
hurts so good
****....

This is just the beginning

Soaring high
Oh so high
Strung out for days

Till the comedown cries

Lay back a ton
of my body parts
I weigh a ton

Spark a fro

Give myself the head change
This color stained

The river under my skin
Strong willed would be nice
Overcome now

Everyday cravings
Got me going crazy
Got me willing
Thinking to myself maybe
Just maybe
I'll make it
Passing thoughts of suicide
Closing doors
Open my mind

Today I am riddled with question.
My mind races like jets through the sky looking to achieve super sonic speeds
I find myself craving your touch
wanting to revel in your thoughts.
And sit quietly in your company
The small Creases under your eyes
As your lips pull back into a smile
Just moments before a soft laugh breaks free from your lips.
I found you beautiful
And desire to learn all of the beautiful things about you.

Darling, darling--
I still creep beneath you
I yearn for your reach.
Lit between the floorboards,
I watch you dance in panels--
watch you undress under strobe light--
watch you sleep in shades of dark.
Sometimes, I crawl out
through the vents, to come sit
on your nightstand.
And we breath in synchronicity.
The air grows hot between us
and sometimes, I can't help myself
but reach out for the covers
to uncover, but instead
I crawl back down
and sprawl my legs
and disappear again
back into the walls.

I want to eat junk and not grow fat
I want a loving boyfriend whose not an *******
I want to miss classes and still get a degree
I want to be a pro footballer without hurting my knee
I want flawless skin with an iced tea and milkshake diet
I want my voice to be heard and still be quiet
I want to have hot *** and keep my virginity
I want to party all night and day and keep my sanity
I want to smoke trees as still be religious
I want to not lift a finger and still be prestigious
I want the impossible

It's like being separated from air by a mask, or love by glass. It's knowing you're there, just in my peripheral vision, but never being able to see you, no matter how far I turn. It's knowing how I feel when you're with me, yet never meeting you in person. I hate this diet, I'm so done. Noah_arkenswagg

Dear Darling
What turns me on
Isn’t the thought of you
On that date
That you held me
At my waist
Pulling me to you
What turns me on
Is what your tongue
Can do to the moist heat
Between my legs
And I look forward
To a sensuous serendipity
When it’s least expected of you

My cravings
Drenched
Seeking deeper taste
Of you
Insatiable desire
At the centre
Of my heart
To write poetry
On your chiseled body
Your moans
Send me on frenzied flow
Sinfully voracious
Visually I feast
Your naked hide
Every curve of your body
Purest form of masterpiece

she's up on the
bathroom counter.
her head is tilted back.
lips slightly parted.
her back arched,
hands gripping the edge,
chest heaving,
heavily breathing,
my lips graze her collarbone.
leaving little bruises
down her neck.
making a trail down
her body.
my lips return to her lips.
my hands find their way to her waistline.
she and I are kissing
(the French would be proud)
my fingers delicately
touch her flower.
a moan escapes her lips
and into my mouth.
I gently rub her petals
until she starts to shake
she can't keep her mouth quiet.
her flower is dripping nectar
all down her stem
I smile and crouch down
to taste the nectar
oh, so sweet.