Star! O Star! Fall down.
I am holding my gown.
Will catch ‘n hold you tight.
You not gonna hit ground.
See, I am standing right here in town.
Don't Fear. Fall down.
I am holding my gown.
Will keep you at rooftop
and tease ‘em all.
Will tuck my tie and feed you my pie.
Will play and sleep.
I’ll take you to my gardens and streets.
Not to the countryside. It got deep lake.
Will climb tree and trap flies
and do what all you like.
Don’t think and blink.
I promise.
Will treat you crown.
See, I am standing right here in town.
Star! O Star! Fall down.
I am holding my gown.
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
She Lost
There was a figure. A random figure who just wonders at times why she
is been discriminated with high top, raised cheeks and deep hole, and
not a part of majority, when she has no inclination to use any of them
for her own desires. In her peripheral, things starts and ends at
rational thinking and necessities.
One fine day, when wind was flowing at its usual pace, one from
majority swiped in her territory. Yes, he did. He swiped and sneaked,
sneaked and said, said and desired for those discriminating factors.
She was assured. Nothing to loose, for the stakes were already
counted, discussed and decided.
Disclosed and bare were then, those high top, raised cheeks and deep hole.
High top will be sucked.
Raised cheeks shall be gobbled.
Deep hole will be thrust-ed.
All expected. All calculated.
Little did she know, his eyes were water, nose was lying horizontally
tall on his face, lips so apple. His hands were light. shoulders were
broad, nipples like carvings on his vast build, a belly button so
little preceding a hairy way down. black berries with cheeks at back,
so brown. Oh! Lord! No. No. She didn't missed his knob that reads her.
With sigh it grows and touch it flows.
Not known were his touch so honest, kiss so passionate, breathe so
loose, caress so deep. Things she never knew. She slipped on him and
he allowed. She rustled like twigs and sighed like trees. He quirk and
smirk and laugh like kid. He rested and lived and played on top. Hold
her waist and sighed on neck. He gazed into her eyes and pause.......
Not known were these.
Rest All expected. Rest All calculated.
High top were sucked.
Raised cheeks were gobbled.
Deep hole was thrust-ed.
She lost.
is been discriminated with high top, raised cheeks and deep hole, and
not a part of majority, when she has no inclination to use any of them
for her own desires. In her peripheral, things starts and ends at
rational thinking and necessities.
One fine day, when wind was flowing at its usual pace, one from
majority swiped in her territory. Yes, he did. He swiped and sneaked,
sneaked and said, said and desired for those discriminating factors.
She was assured. Nothing to loose, for the stakes were already
counted, discussed and decided.
Disclosed and bare were then, those high top, raised cheeks and deep hole.
High top will be sucked.
Raised cheeks shall be gobbled.
Deep hole will be thrust-ed.
All expected. All calculated.
Little did she know, his eyes were water, nose was lying horizontally
tall on his face, lips so apple. His hands were light. shoulders were
broad, nipples like carvings on his vast build, a belly button so
little preceding a hairy way down. black berries with cheeks at back,
so brown. Oh! Lord! No. No. She didn't missed his knob that reads her.
With sigh it grows and touch it flows.
Not known were his touch so honest, kiss so passionate, breathe so
loose, caress so deep. Things she never knew. She slipped on him and
he allowed. She rustled like twigs and sighed like trees. He quirk and
smirk and laugh like kid. He rested and lived and played on top. Hold
her waist and sighed on neck. He gazed into her eyes and pause.......
Not known were these.
Rest All expected. Rest All calculated.
High top were sucked.
Raised cheeks were gobbled.
Deep hole was thrust-ed.
She lost.
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