Submissions by Dead-Poet

- 16 rounds, two arrows, 3 broken bottles/
- Stuck in my body, gasping for breath, am trying to move my torso/
- My life flashes before me, pure innocence/
- Its all I ooze, as the oxygen slips out, I lose defense/

- Death sharpens its knife and fork/
- I envision different colors as they collide, and mix like bike-wheel spokes/
- My life eternally flashes as I bleed my list bit of carbon/
- Tears roll down my face because am torn/

- Not by the bullets, but my life, the one I wasted/
- Living for the world, and true happiness I never tasted/
-...

You came so hard and now all you can do is breath slow.
In ma mind I'm thinking, you could still do with more.
You laying on your back, As I lay on your right side.
I touch your breasts and gently rub them, I can see your nipples swelling, you want it bad.
My dick beats against your side thigh, you turned me on so fast, baby am gad damned hard.

So I slowly rub you growing pubic hair and in pleasure you stretch your neck backward giving me space to kiss your adam apple area, I love that.
I let one finger in, get it out and taste you, I love that.
I look you in...

Am home alone, missing you, your fingers and what you make em do.
You lovely scent, I reminisce about how you smell so good.

The way I grip your waist gently like you won't leave.
Staring at your pretty lips, those I fiend to kiss.
As I slide my hands down your pants and squeeze your butt.
Bite your lips as my hands race up and down you waist, gotta chill, no need to be fast.

As I push my hands below your ass then lift you.
Legs wrapped around my waist, no words, my actions speak to you.
Your tease...the way our tongues wrestle, when I place your back...