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So you’ll fuck me
and I’ll fuck with your head
but that’s what we’ve always done best
So why fucking stop now
lies lies lies
we’ll do whatever it takes
to satisfy this fucking need
to fuck, to be fucked, and to fucking mess it up.
I would have told her to stop
if she made the move, she never made
but not right away, I would have let our lips touch just long enough
for it to be called anything but a decent kiss
and when she would ask why
in a seductive –I don’t want to stop- kind of way
I would have told her…
it’s just another memory to think of
on the lonely highways back home
and we’ve made enough of those
so lets leave well enough alone..
I’m just the thrill of the chase
and you’re just the thrill of a kiss
so take your lost self and get far, far away
away from my head.. away from my heart
run as fast as you can.. before I catch up
…out of breath and wordless yet again
So we’ll drink, playing it off as a typical Friday night out
We’ll throw back a few more than usual, hoping it lasts long into the night.
Our nervous bodies will soon dissipate
As I kiss everywhere but your lips
Trying not to smile as they make their way down your body
I’ll wait on your sighs to tell me its okay
To take this further
There won’t be any sleeping tonight
This has been years in the making.
We’ll pick up the pieces in the morning
Or maybe we’ll just leave them on the sheets
That way, we don’t have to make sense of this.
If you want me
push me up against the wall
and kiss me
I’ll guide your hands where i want them to go
If you want me
give me inviting looks
let your eyes seduce me
and let your lips
leave their mark
above my chest
Her body is on top of mine, once again
But this time, it isn’t some late night fantasy
We latch on- mirroring the life saving device our very first night.
Our breaths sing a sweet lullaby as we hold each other tight
Our lips are soon inches apart, torture at its finest.
My hands are wandering; they’re out of my control
My finger tips caress her skin and a rush overcomes every part of my body.
Our lips meet and our tongues soon touch.
A sweet taste I thought was gone forever
As I lay her head on the pillow and begin to kiss her naked body
I realize it must stop here
Any further and hearts will get attached
Glimpses into our late night fantasies
Only makes our desires stronger
We’re both ready
For another chance
Another long night
Filled with back arching moans
Alcohol will play a part
No broken hearts
No feelings
Lets leave this in the bedroom.
Too many people will get hurt by our actions
Neither of us wants that
Hopefully we’ll be able to stop at one night
One time only
But for some reason- I’ll bet against it.
I hate you
For giving me hope that we could make my mothers fairytale lifestyle come true
I hate you
For betraying me for so many years.
I hate you
For saying ‘I love you’ too late.
I hate you
Because when I lost you, I also lost your/my family.
I loved you.
I hate you
For choosing her so many times.
I hate you
For making memories with me.
I hate you
For never going away.
I hate you
Because I was never enough
I loved you.
I hate
That you weren’t my first true love
I hate
That you weren’t my first sexually
I hate
that they took all of this away from us.
I love you. I love you. I love you.
I love the idea of liking you forever.
But it hurts… to remind myself… that I’ll never be able to replace liking with loving.
It’s probably best if we don’t.
But I know
When all I feel your touch.
And all I see your smile.
I’ll forget
The pain I will soon feel in the morning.
When I lean over to kiss your body.
And realize that you’re still not mine.
I wish we could press the pause button
So that one day.. we’ll be able to press play.
I wish I could fast-forward, to see how we end.
Will we break the rules?
Or just bend them slightly.
This is what you wanted
But at one point, you wanted me too.
If you don’t jump to conclusions
I won’t try to find reasons to hate you.
I’m not sure this will work.
But for now, I’ll just press rewind
So that I can reminisce- over the last 6 months.
……I’m sure I still have an afterglow……