Happy Birthday

I broke up with her on her day of birth.
She tried to hold in her cries, that only made it worse.
Tears fell from her eyes to saturate the Earth
First bad break will make you second guess your worth.
Three shots in of Gin, chasing it down with Four Lokos.
Sent some drunk text and then switched it up to SoCo.
Now she can't hold it in and let's it out. Oh no!

Chronicles of pain; you just gotta know when to lay off.
And Karma's not picky, she'll still hit you on your day off.
Merciless Mistress, they say Karma is a bitch
but if you treat her right, she knows how to make you rich.
...but no amount of moping will bring back that one that you miss.

Dark rooms and slow songs; yeah, you're in the zone now.
Old pictures in a new phone;  the past is what you call 'Home' now.
Depressed and anxious, you miss my love in the worst way.
But you'll never get it back. Sorry, love.

Happy Birthday.

Double Homicide

...I killed your trust.

The dagger of deceit bloodied, clenched in my fist -
and I thrust,
and I thrust -
guess I do it for the rush.

I might do it for the lust; the stimulation of fabrication.
Truth lost to lies, isn't that what built the Nation?

Smiles lost to cries because of pointless conversation.

I wrapped you in lies because the world was too cold.
Was I wrong to keep you warm?
Does that make me too bold?
I was told to protect you; were my methods too old?
I wish you'd buy what I'm saying, but you're not looking sold.

I killed your trust.
Watching it die is the worst.
Never lost eye contact while I watched the last breath contract.
It's a fact that I did it.
It was wack, I admit it.
My saving grace is that I said it to your face.
My intentions were pure, although horribly misplaced..

Next time, I'll let you drown in that cruel ocean of truth.
Let hope keep you afloat. I would have thrown you a rope!
But I severed that life with that dagger; same one I killed your trust with.

Double Homicide.

You should have just accepted my lies.

Thirsty

I knew I wanted you when I saw you.

The smile on your face and….the way your lips turn when your hands on your waist.

Fingers on your hips ( Yeah, I can imagine my grip there )

Love those cleavage shots. Yeah, I can imagine my lips there…

I followed you on Twitter and I liked all your pictures.

I don’t care that you’re states away. I’ll spend time to come get you.

What’s your name?

What you like?

What’s your name?

What’s your Skype?

I just want to get to know you. Here’s my number, you gonna call right?

…..right?

No?! Damn, well why not?

I don’t care about your man or your baby; ‘cause you’re fine, ma.

I can change your life – you just gotta give me time, ma!

Wait until he goes to work and the baby to be asleep, then you can take some naked pictures and send them to me on the sneak.

And I wouldn’t blow you up; I know how to be discreet!

So when you’re not busy, call my phone and send me flicks of your physique.

 

Oh, so now you’re cocky. You got some nerve, girl.

I can’t believe that you blocked me!

Calling me ‘Thirsty’ cause I showed you the attention you were missing.

YOU’RE the thirsty one. That’s why you’re on social networks stripping!

Fuck you AND your pride, I could have pulled you any day—

Plus this new chick I’m following is prettier than you anyway!!

'Tigress'

Claw marks and gashes

Teeth marks and gnashes.

She knows no shame and accepts no blame that she quivers at pleasure but climaxes at pain.

Yes...

Guilty fangs sink into innocent skin, then, moans are stifled..

'You're just trying to hold it in..'

Win or lose, the sex is just the interlude.

Her body gushes rapids; all I need now is an inter tube.

I wanna move in but I don't mean with baggage or paying rent.

I want to be inside you, intermingled with your scent.

Each stroke makes her body jump, she gasp air and restarts.

Nails in my back, dragging down, leaving claw marks.

Wounds  marks her territory; scars of the process.

Open wounds and light bleeding, she access her prowess and licks my lips after.

Yeah, she's crazy...

My Tigress.

Bliss

Mind drifts to thoughts of your soft lips. Tender texture taste better when it's soaked in your pleasure.

Marinated in bliss, created in your climax..

RELAX!!

Let me relieve some stress. I know you need that.

Remove the weights of burden that the world has placed on you.

Replace that with strong hands roaming all over your hips and lower back.

Embrace that sensation..

Groans turn to moans and I press harder, you push your hips back in retaliation.

Oh..!! This means War!

My tongue becomes a mercenary; traversing your landscape leaving destruction in its wake.

Soft breaths make your legs shake. I bite your inner thigh recklessly;

...hell, I was curious to see what kinda sound you'd make!!

Your face flush and your cheeks blush..your hips rise as you mouth cries.

Silent screams as your voice fails but body reacts louder than war drums.

Linen clenched in balled fist and your face twist --

"You're so cute when you cum.."

Sheets damp with the wine of your satisfaction. I drink from the source and you grab my head in reaction.

Drowning me beneath the waves; I could have been lost at sea..

See, I like a little aggression ( It's a confession ), do your thing love!

Dreams of an Empress

Passion born from a whisper.

A gentle breeze that buckles knees and makes honored thoughts cherished memories

Even a sinner becomes a saint in the eyes of love, although faint, to those without the same vision.

Eyes glisten as you smile like you can't see how terrible the world sees me.

Mixed views and fees due, I'd go blind without your light to see me through.

Illuminate..

Either I'm short-sighted or you make my world a little bit brighter.

For you, I'll be a love and a fighter.

A husband.

And a writer.

The building blocks of an Empire needs a Kingdom and an Emperor.

I'd bestow the title to no one less. My good girl and a great wife.

My Empress..