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Love and Me
Last summer or was it spring?
That magical memorable period, we met;
I shared my soul with you,
laying down all my defenses.
The sweet sensation of your hair I still recall,
cheaply made with sexual appealing lure,
looked like a lady, smelt as a whore.
Perfectly fabulous times were had,
when we dined; just us alone. What great times!
Slipping into disabled toilets to fully unwind,
stripping off our clothes, breathing topless.
"take off your condom"
"don't scream your lungs out"
"slow down my ass hurts"
"cum inside my mouth"
Letting nature have full fucking control-
different skins mixing around each others pores,
sucking, swallowing, cum-swapping, gagging and more.
Walking out while limping, hair stained and both grinning.
Love I never had, fooling myself sadly,
as I love all who string me along,
Lust gladly is under natures control.
This winter or autumns best;
I will celebrate the curse that your Love left!
Lust loves little tricks,
a courtship game played by kids.
-.- .- -- .- ... ..- - .-. .-
Embedded onto electrical surges by I.i.I.
More info: https://youtu.be/rVeMiVU77wo
That magical memorable period, we met;
I shared my soul with you,
laying down all my defenses.
The sweet sensation of your hair I still recall,
cheaply made with sexual appealing lure,
looked like a lady, smelt as a whore.
Perfectly fabulous times were had,
when we dined; just us alone. What great times!
Slipping into disabled toilets to fully unwind,
stripping off our clothes, breathing topless.
"take off your condom"
"don't scream your lungs out"
"slow down my ass hurts"
"cum inside my mouth"
Letting nature have full fucking control-
different skins mixing around each others pores,
sucking, swallowing, cum-swapping, gagging and more.
Walking out while limping, hair stained and both grinning.
Love I never had, fooling myself sadly,
as I love all who string me along,
Lust gladly is under natures control.
This winter or autumns best;
I will celebrate the curse that your Love left!
Lust loves little tricks,
a courtship game played by kids.
-.- .- -- .- ... ..- - .-. .-
Embedded onto electrical surges by I.i.I.
More info: https://youtu.be/rVeMiVU77wo
Published 28th May 2015
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28th May 2015 7:14pm
Love and lust are two sides of the same coin it's whichever one that you let take control any who great ink
The two do go hand in hand.
In this poem I am trying to argue that love is not real,
rather it stems from lust mixed with idealism.
Lust is inborn and natural,
a craving (nature) from the parental figure or role model (nurture),
love on the other hand is idealism...
boxes of chocolates, roses, dinners, etc
unless Love is unconditional it cannot hope to surpass Lust.
Infernus.
In this poem I am trying to argue that love is not real,
rather it stems from lust mixed with idealism.
Lust is inborn and natural,
a craving (nature) from the parental figure or role model (nurture),
love on the other hand is idealism...
boxes of chocolates, roses, dinners, etc
unless Love is unconditional it cannot hope to surpass Lust.
Infernus.
29th May 2015 5:05am
Anonymous
29th May 2015 00:01am
"This winter or autumns best;
I will celebrate the curse that your Love left!
Lust loves little tricks,
a courtship game played by kids."
Infernus, great analogy. Enjoyed. . .xoxo, Devlin;)
I will celebrate the curse that your Love left!
Lust loves little tricks,
a courtship game played by kids."
Infernus, great analogy. Enjoyed. . .xoxo, Devlin;)
