When I was kissing an old boyfriend I loved slow and passionate kisses back then. Now that I am married I love slow and passionate kisses from my husband. I love to give him slow...
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fall in love with a writer
sometimes we don't say much
because our heads are busy enough
but when we do choose to speak
our words will haunt you
they shake you up and spit you out...
I think kissing is underrated. People seem to see passionate kissing as merely a gateway to sex and, of course, it frequently is. But a slow, deep, passionate kiss is an...
Im not a control switch inside
A remote you flick me on and off
somethings i can not hide
we cant erase our lives
all our darkness and all our lies
i wish i could say i tried
Here is some song lyrics. Interested with feed back.
Let go of my hand,
it's time that I told you.
Everything is going to be fine.
No shrink can cure it, try to believe it.
I lost myself in the chaos that is my life
I'm forever drowning inside
Gasping for air
Wishing I could make things right
Demons have resided in my mind
Playing tricks on the human...
An Inuit poem that greatly touches me in its wisdom and its beauty.
A broken plate.
That which is forgotten.
Even upon returning to it,
The truth shall forever remain the same:
It will never be whole again,
No matter how great the regret...
Hey, for those of you who like dark poetry and art it would be great if you checked out my work and told me what you think.
Slow and passionate kisses are wonderful displays of love and affection. It's two people, connecting themselves in a manor where synchronization is key, and you become one. It's...
I always love kisses that are so magical and those that can make any touch so sensitive. I love the feeling, being kissed slowly and passionately.
They are wonderful. I get so weak in the knees when kissing slowly and passionately.
Something sinister to it, pendulum swinging slow
A degenerate moving through the city with criminals, stealth
Welcome to enemy turf, harder than immigrants work
"Golf" is stitched...
Kept his sticky in a Stussy pouch
Ski mask, bloody 'Preme hoodie tossing doobies out
The window of the hoopty, night black as Paul
Mooney at the movies but the moon was out
Let's tell some more lies and pretend that we are fine
My little dabble with rap (of sorts ) Please bare in mind this is my first ever attempt at this genre of music.
The tears roll down her face
Everything is out of place
Her mind is spinning
A new life for her is beginning
She stares at the floor
Suddenly she's not lonely anymore
Sorry to bore you with another of my simple efforts, but effort is important.
It was the end of days...
It was merely the beginning. ..
an endless loop...
Up cycled.. re cycled..
infinity ad infinitum...
How manys days and nights remain?
definition a combination of order and organised... done together..my own made up word....
I swept the house clean.
I tidied all the corners.
I threw out...
I am writing a song with my friend ... Going well so far :)
I feel the poison,
Pulling me in again...
Like a shadow,
Your darkness consumes me.
I fall to my knees.
Begging to God, asking him why...
Who am I?
Who am I?
Don't I bleed red...
I'm writing my own story I hope it can become a novel one day!
I really want to be a singer/songwriter! I feel I have the potential to be an amazing artist! Music is the only thing that calms my anxiety! Basking in it makes me feel sane! When...
Party In Heaven.
When we all get to heaven what a day that will be when we all get to heaven we'll all be at Jesus all night party! The wine will be pouring all night long while...
Kisses are mine weakness ,whenever someone treat me with care and kinda pamper me i feelik to kiss him or her
Remember these..mmmm delicious
Writing brings me relief and load off my soul from unnecessary baggage. It clears my mind body and spirit even if it is just for a while. All the experienced pain and joy go onto...
I wish I was special .... You're so ******* special.
But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo. What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here........
At dusk, anticipation rose in our breast.
They were the moments which illuminated our world.
In their phosphorescence they
lit our way to this unknowable future.
Our love from...
The saddest people write the best poetry:)