Forbidden Words

How do I start to express forbidden words? I can't speak what's on my mind but I have these thoughts all the time. I have visions of a vixen and I'm vexed at my decisions and the pictures that you're posting make me want to make revisions.

Um...

I mean I'm happy for the love you found.I'm around! I'll be here to hold you up should the world ever try to knock you down. I'm in town. Oh, you wanna go out? Yeah, I'm down. Any time with you is cool, I'm not dumb, but I'll be fooled if you wear that tight dress to see me. Eyes meet, you see me. Lemme hold you close for this dance. Music hits, we're in a trance. Hips grind, the beat winds, your eyes shine, you're so fine. Just in time, the lights are on.

Gotta remember you're not mine. You belong to the next man with big dreams and big plans. I didn't have my 'ish together when we met. So I missed..

Damn...damn...

If you come any closer, I'm not sober, so I'll tell you now.
Kiss me, I'll show you how.
Diss me, and I'll be going now.
It's on you where tonight goes, ma, clubs closing now.
We can go about our lives like nothing happened or I can show you I'm adapting.
I've been learning like, for real. I'm not joking. I'm for real! One chance to make it happen.
"Do you love me? Let's be real. Do you want me? That'd be ill. Can I have you, girl? Let's make a deal. Look me in my eyes and tell me that our love ain't worth a fight."

Fatality, she stayed the night.
Brutality, I beat it right.
I'd call it a Flawless Victory if she really knew how much she meant to me. Your man was blowing your phone up when you whispered "Please, come into me." I could only oblige when I lifted your thighs and make our love infinity. If you didn't before, you did now, my Forbidden Words struck instantly.

....wow...

Modern Day Samurai.

 

We use words as verbal swords to clash in conflicts.

Our minds are lethal weapons, interjected, with lyrical content.

Convinced of our strategy and sure success, we create opportunities with ingenuity, no words suppressed.

Hear me Roar like a Lion; a blatant Battle-cry to that foes who forgot we clench Honor close before we die.

Live by your principles no matter who may judge. Hold strong, stand your ground, never stumble or budge.

Learn, Adapt, and Conquer. A fool is a man who cannot change with the times, adapt, and stay in the grind.

And to those left behind, hopefully you'll rise up and become more than you are. Change is made but leaves scars. I'll observe from afar.

I still have room for improvement as I continue my upward movement. Ascending to become better than I was yesterday, though I'm amazed that I'd bathed in the flames of controversy and emerged unscathed.

Tough times, lost rhymes, and a lack of prowess. I've become stronger, wrote better, and I've made decent progress.

I keep my armor close, sword sharp, and head high but I'm just a Misunderstood Philosopher.

A Modern Day Samurai.

The Unshackled Mind.

We like to use freedom in the sense of flesh and bone. Your body is unbound and you can move it on your own.
But mentally you're trapped by that rusted ball and chain. Restricted to the same thoughts, distraught, a prisoner locked it frame.
In vain, you can struggle. Try as you might, that same plight that burdens you is weightless and light.
In spite of what's right, wrong, or all else in between, you yearn to be free to think thoughts yet unseen.
To be free of petty structures, simple thoughts, and the mundane.
Rise above what others see; they're still blind to your pain.
The Unshackled Mind, unrestricted in vision.
Sever your binds with free thoughts. It's a simple incision.
See past the propaganda, pass the bullshit and lies.
And find what awaits beyond once you've reached the other side.

The Sweetest Delicacy ( 18+ )

My mouth wanders your barren flesh, lips to soft and ample breast.

You gasp in excitement, back delicately arched. My mouth explores your skin, excited but parched.

Tongue yearning for the sweetest of taste while delicate kisses cause your knees to shake.

Breaths quicken as goosebumps riddle your skin.

My mouth descends, anxious to discover what lies within.

I reach my destination, nestle deep, and bless your temple.

Merciful strokes of devilish passion as if the answer were that simple.

You encourage me with rising hips. I respond with callous dips.

Tasting your inner sanctum as deep as my tongue will reach.

You start to speak, yet you studder, groaning as you reach your peak.

Apex of pleasure spark and your body ignites into bliss

I continue to suckle your jewel, your leg shakes, stretches and twist.

You beg me to stop, voice pleading and soft. I draw away, you push me back down.

I slurp. You scoff. I stroke, you hum. I lick. You cum.

Your struggles gives way and your energies dampen. Your body is mine now. A playground to run rampant.

For now I'll drink your ambrosia; The Sweetest Delicacy. And await switched positions, of you pleasing me.

Migrane ( Headache Pt. 2 )

Two drinks down and the nights barely over.
Another shot of Crown and I prolly won't be sober.
That slow burn hits and I feel it in my ribs
And my phone been ringing ever since I left the crib.
20 missed calls, 10 text messages, and 5 voicemails.
My minds in a glass cell. Imprision by my visions of living a life stress free.
Is it just me or are crazy women likely to like me?
The bar gets louder and the beat hits harder
but I'm babysitting this drink like a underaged daughter.
I'm starting to feel these tipsy and this girls are getting fine
and I can't help but stare at them when their bodies start to wind.
My phone is still buzzing but fuck it, her loss won't be my pain.
Another shot of Dark, bartender, I got a fuckin Migrane.