Time did not wash
Her memory away
Time could not
Her beauty fade

She was loved
by all who knew Her
So beautiful So perfect
Wonderful in every way

She always said
She was a singer
That modeling
was a lark

She was a
wondrous singer
and a strikingly
beautiful model

She then the rage
of all around
The stars were
then for Her arranged

She was like lightning
striking minds with beauty
and touching hearts
with caring joy

But love was what
She was all about

We shared our life
and shared our love
But tragedy struck
and we both moved on

Many years went by
when I got the
saddest news
that She was gone

Taken early in life
and now passed on

Oh my Precious Darling
Whom I still love
Now forever
alive no more

Yet still I pray God
She is blessed in Heaven
Because She was
so wonderful
in life on Earth.

-R.

(11.17)
-LA
-4B

rossy cheeks and pretty eyes,
pointed nose and lovely smiles.
humbly speaks in every way,
gets more beautiful day by day.

she walks as if her soul is on fire,
that many people really admire.
she can barely make my heart flutter,
even by just standing right in the corner.

many people tried to bring her down,
but she didn’t let them take her crown.
though haters hate her even more,
her kindness remains, that’s what I really adore.

confidently proud of what she is,
she’s just really such a masterpiece.
appeared to be soft but defeats blunt with keen,
how can you not love a girl like Maureen?

"You can't wear that,"
"You're too fat,"
The words echo inside my empty belly,
"You shouldn't have eaten that."

In the back of my throat is a model,
A body type I've aspired to be,
I shove in my hands to grab that model,
Bringing back everything I had for tea.

I look in the mirror,
Presented with teary, bloodshot eyes,
Seeing my aspiration that had gone to ****,
I still don't look like that model,
I'm still just a "fat *****".

as she's
so felt this
way too
but her
slits between
thighs array
with shirts
that she
skirt her  
ludicrous
beliefs that
really miss
tan lines
round her
gluteus maximus

Tonight I want you to model.
More power to you if you think im refering to silk or lace.
Not at all in bad taste but tonight it'll just be a waste of time,
Watching you slip into something ****  knowing that its coming right back off.
Don't think me silly as its essential that you know.
Anticipating watching you put your mouth on it.
Pretending that your not selfishly waiting your turn,
Thats cool, you can admit it
Because in that same token i love watching you swarm around the sheets, reaching as if your soul is about to leave your body.
The wetness that erupts feeling your legs clench around my head.
A Dead give away that your about to run.
Twisting and turning knowing **** well that I refuse to let you go.
Face deep eyeing you fron bellow, watching you lose your breath looking down at me whispering stop stop
Just before your body locks up again and you lose control of your leg.
Its never that easy.
Plotting just what time,
Remembering all the **** you've talked.
Flipping you over, cuffing your hips.
Sliding into ultimate bliss.
Tonight,
I want you to be a model.
But none of that fancy lingerie.
No perfume rubbed against the sides of your neck, between your *******. Or even beneath your bellybutton.
Tonight,
I want you to wear me