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Filling my eyes with your presence Filling my lungs with your essence Stumbling over my words Tripping over my thoughts Weighing the pros and the cons to have you or have not Why are you so guarded? What truths do you hide? Raise your voice, this is a choice, in me please do confide. I want to be your audience, your undivided attention But keep your overzealous tall tales and your mind fuck…
I’m a David to these Goliaths I’m water to these flames I’m light to all this darkness Honor in the midst of shame But these stones are quite heavy And these flames are quite hot The darkness so daunting My intestines tied in knots These Golaiths swarming like locusts These flames dancing on my flesh The darkness too thick for clarity The shame made my message a mess But I’m a David to these…
I wanna get lifted not the spiritual kind but the kind where he turns my moans to mountains as I mount him. Rain is falling not the one from the sky but the cloud between my thighs as we chase our high. My desert was dry, he made it moist My vessel empty he gave it voice. His stallions gallop to my throne, I moan His head drowns, toppling my crown. Should I be in your head or on it? Should we do…
What happens when you take the advice? You go out of your comfort zone. Instead of waiting for things to happen, you make them happen. What if you do all of these things and you still get the same result? You still fail. You still feel like shit. You break down those meticulously built walls, throw your inhibitions to the back seat, show some vulnerability and still nothing changes. What then?
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By: Chikaodinaka
I wanna get lifted
not the spiritual kind
but the kind where he turns my moans to mountains
as I mount him.
Rain is falling
not the one from the sky
but from the cloud between my thighs
as we chase our high.
My desert was dry, he made it moist
My vessel empty he gave it voice.
His stallions gallop to my throne, I moan
His head drowns, toppling my crown.
Should I be in your head or on it?
Should we do this now or wait a moment?
It’s hard to tell while i watch your head swell as I stroke it, your ego.
Are you willing to cross my line?
Go from zero to 69?
Let’s take it down a notch, hitting too many spots, we still have so much time.
But I wanna get lifted
not the spiritual kind
but the kind where our plot thickens
The kind where he’s inside of me but I already miss him.
Rain is falling
not the one from the clouds
but from the beads of sweat as we go a couple more rounds.
He made me moist my desert was dry
He gave me voice tears of pleasure i cried
His stallions gallop to my throne, I moan
We came together, don’t wanna leave, I’m home.
i want words, i don’t want words,
i want something, i want something
to hurt, i want something...
