-I Rebz Breathe Music-

poeticallyprofound:

There are wings on my back
Because I have angels on my shoulder
I keep my grace intact
Seeking mercy just so I may hold her
I’m in love oceans and horizons
The dawn spawns
Guns and Gods
Deceit tells me that her rhinestone eyes are diamonds
She’s crying
Because her innocence was robbed

…Start by..
Kissing me roughly
Bite my lip,
Fulfill all my sexual needs,
Oh Dear..(__)
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I touch your chest with my hands,
Looks to me you have this so planned,
You look at me with an eager eye,
As you touch me on my inner thigh.
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I gasp as your finger lingers higher,
To that spot that U’ve always admired,
You begin caressing my sweet soft spot,
My pleads suggest I don’t do this a lot.
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You then tie my hands to your bed post
Im Your guest so You will be my host,
you then position both my legs apart,
Like You’re preparing a whole work of art,
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You begin to lick my tits and suck them so,
Bite them roughly to let my passion show,
You proceed on down in between my thighs,
Before long, You feel Your manhood rise.
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You stick your tongue between my pussy lips,
With each lick I thrust My hips,
Before to long, Im soaked and Drenched,
This is where the foreplay ends.
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You pull your dick out and I grasp it tight,
I spread my lips to your delight,
you lower yourself and enter me deeply,
In and out slowly but yet kind of eagerly.
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I gasp and You cry out in pleasure,
As You explode Your seed, we orgasm together.

poeticallyprofound:

Have you ever suffocated asphyxiation?
Have you ever touched the indentations
Of indignation?
Abbreviations
Where words were once so gracious
A slender
Render
Of sweet surrender
Inhaled the scent of joy and jubilation
Have you ever made love to forever?
Have you ever kissed Jupiter?

splintersandmilkshakes:

The hushed chaos of a May morning
greets my blurry eyes.
The glare of consciousness trickles in
like sunlight streaming
through Venetian blinds.

I hear a symphony of raindrops
on the shingles above,
as I gingerly rise to my feet
and give the day a shove.

takingstockofwhatmattersmost:

Even though autumn comes

And petals fall from your open bud

Leaving you cold and bare

I know your true beauty

 

No matter what winter brings

It cannot detract from you

It cannot wither you

Or the beauty you possess

 

For when spring doth enter

Your Beauty shall unfold once more

Better than before

And I will gaze upon you

 

Through summers unbearable heat

You gleam each day with dew

No matter the hue

Announcing Love anew

poeticallyprofound:

There were moments
There were memories
Promises broken
Amidst the pages sent to me
I was hoping
That you’d have something left to say
Instead I’m just here coping
And praying for the end of May
There are no more words
There are no more meanings
There is nothing left to be heard
…

umustcreate:

I don’t think about you.
I don’t need to.
Thinking implies that I have to stop
one thought to focus on you.
I have to think about other things.
I have to think about how to breathe,
how to balance, how to talk, how to grieve.
How to believe,
in anything else except you.
And that’s the truth.

poeticallyprofound:

I am but
Shadows and dust
Will you remember me when I’m gone?
I’m alive with every cut
And reside in the hearts of the just
Will you wait for me til dawn?
Brave through the dusk
I’m journeying towards where I belong
Where it all won’t hurt as much
Would you crucify my faith?
Would you…

poeticallyprofound:

Flying kites from fire escapes
Dreams of skyscraping
Sidewalk chalk
Hopscotch
Curbed thoughts
On street corners
Everything gets washed away when it’s raining
The city that never sleeps
So neither do I
But I often weep
Because I feel there’s little left worth saving
Maybe
I’ll…

shattered-eminent:

Tease is but an understatement.
I’ve had forbidden fruit spat in my face
By the sands who control life
And hold the secrets of fate.
A reminder from God
To not misbehave.
A sign of hope in a person
And a love to engrave.
I cannot help but ignore the present
Whilst a possible future…

takingstockofwhatmattersmost:

takingstockofwhatmattersmost

Beneath the ink we spill upon the pages
as ancient scribes residing within this hallowed place
these, our crinkled pages,
words bled, lessons learned
of lives left behind - and of better days yet to come
will you find in seeking
that same love and loss,
pain…

shattered-eminent:

This world of mine
Exists only to me.
It contains all my words
Where no eyes can see.
I could stay here forever,
Away from everything.
But I must be a puppet for
These words pull my every string.
As much as I’m amazed
By this ink I’ve spilled to life,
I still hold one hope
Which brings us to strife.
You. You’re my strongest desire
And I must bring you here.
This world must see for itself
What truly is real.

splintersandmilkshakes:

a story of old

girl meets boy, girl loses boy

girl gets a shotgun

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I’ve reblogged this a few times b/c it always makes me smile.  I hope it does the same for you.  :p  

mimikova:

he fucked me with beautiful words
a pounding euphoric prose
that brought me to the point of ecstasy
               but relented before i could finish