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When speech is inadequate
You're so beautiful when your eyes are red- due to all that salt
within those many, many tears.
I just don't feel the ocean, created by its cause.
That knife you hold - so seductive -
the way you press it down your own throat.
So wicked, how it lights up your eyes
makes em sparkle like never before.
Only, I don't feel your despair.
You are yelling at Me, seem to be angry- your attitude is
negative, threatening.
Only, the movement of your lips brought Me into turmoil.
As if enchanted I continue to observe.
Therefore your words haven't been received.
From your lips I can finally conclude that you might be yelling
you hate Me, can't stand Me.
But from the movements your own body makes-
I draw a completely different conclusion.
Giving Me signs, not to believe what those precious lips might say.
So I don't feel your hatred.
Suddenly the spell breaks for a while, so it seems
"Should I really go so far as to kill myself,
before ever having Your attention?!" You are shouting out loud again... "
Would that make You see me!!"
But all I can think about is how horny you make Me.
Forcing Me to absorb everything from you - in this scenario.
Those words, so dark, so....Fuck..
It seems impossible to think, although I do try to clear My mind.
All I can picture, is how much I want to throw you on the floor,
push My (plastic) hard dick inside your wet screaming hole.
My hands pulling your hair. Your ear close to My mouth,
telling how beautiful you are when you take matters
into your own hands, sharing everything about yourself.
So badly would like to see O/our vibrant bodies cum,
accompanied by loud primal screams
But how can I tell you that I love you?
When you constantly keep on looking the other way,
as I keep on slamming My (plastic) dick inside of you.
Following My unstoppable sexual aggression, entering you.
Unfortunately, My confession would have been too late....
As I lie here alone shaking & screaming,
while every response from you fails.
"You were special" I whisper softly....
Stroking your hair... Catching My breath.
But you seem unable to listen.
within those many, many tears.
I just don't feel the ocean, created by its cause.
That knife you hold - so seductive -
the way you press it down your own throat.
So wicked, how it lights up your eyes
makes em sparkle like never before.
Only, I don't feel your despair.
You are yelling at Me, seem to be angry- your attitude is
negative, threatening.
Only, the movement of your lips brought Me into turmoil.
As if enchanted I continue to observe.
Therefore your words haven't been received.
From your lips I can finally conclude that you might be yelling
you hate Me, can't stand Me.
But from the movements your own body makes-
I draw a completely different conclusion.
Giving Me signs, not to believe what those precious lips might say.
So I don't feel your hatred.
Suddenly the spell breaks for a while, so it seems
"Should I really go so far as to kill myself,
before ever having Your attention?!" You are shouting out loud again... "
Would that make You see me!!"
But all I can think about is how horny you make Me.
Forcing Me to absorb everything from you - in this scenario.
Those words, so dark, so....Fuck..
It seems impossible to think, although I do try to clear My mind.
All I can picture, is how much I want to throw you on the floor,
push My (plastic) hard dick inside your wet screaming hole.
My hands pulling your hair. Your ear close to My mouth,
telling how beautiful you are when you take matters
into your own hands, sharing everything about yourself.
So badly would like to see O/our vibrant bodies cum,
accompanied by loud primal screams
But how can I tell you that I love you?
When you constantly keep on looking the other way,
as I keep on slamming My (plastic) dick inside of you.
Following My unstoppable sexual aggression, entering you.
Unfortunately, My confession would have been too late....
As I lie here alone shaking & screaming,
while every response from you fails.
"You were special" I whisper softly....
Stroking your hair... Catching My breath.
But you seem unable to listen.
Published 18th Jun 2019
| Edited 19th Jun 2019
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18th Jun 2019 9:30pm
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19th Jun 2019 5:29am
Hmm. Well. That’ll pacify her... and she’ll be content with you pounding some sense into her; eventually.
Mmm. Such a passionate, and polarising write on how some relationships evolve through such stages... lovely ! 🌹😎
Mmm. Such a passionate, and polarising write on how some relationships evolve through such stages... lovely ! 🌹😎
