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20 days since I've seen you naked
12 days I've been traveling back to you
trying to think of all the things to say
when your the only one that could ever
help this mute understand.
Your the only one who could feed me my pills
and take me out of my subtle rage.
I asked you to marry me in my dreams...
where I could talk and make complete transactions
me the patient you the nurse, my days of wonder over
now since i stabbed you with plastic, they took away
my vocals and my arms, with only my head left to injure..
but i know you love me, this cripple...thats why you
come back, they always come back.
12 days I've been traveling back to you
trying to think of all the things to say
when your the only one that could ever
help this mute understand.
Your the only one who could feed me my pills
and take me out of my subtle rage.
I asked you to marry me in my dreams...
where I could talk and make complete transactions
me the patient you the nurse, my days of wonder over
now since i stabbed you with plastic, they took away
my vocals and my arms, with only my head left to injure..
but i know you love me, this cripple...thats why you
come back, they always come back.
Literature
Sex Object
Between her legs, lies something that
every man seems to want.
A place where she should be able
to call her own, between her legs.
She feels that men only want her,
a true want, to have sex with her, and
walk away.
The breasts she has, they gain
stares from men passing by, tripping
over themselves to find a chance to touch.
When will she stop being looked at,
as an object of sex? when will a man
see her as someone he may spend his
life with?
Her hips curve, and she doesnt
want your hands on them, if your
just going to touch her skin.
She wants a man to touch her soul,
not just touch her skin, and run his
Literature
Sex is
I lay back
and wait
for you
you get ready
you ask me
to close
my eyes
i smile
my lashes
fall
i can hear
eveything
i can feel
you near
and then
you get
closer
closer
closer
until
i explode
when you
get so close
that
you are me
and
i am you
one
Literature
Sex.
Love is lusting
Love is trusting
Love is thrusting.
Minus two
if you do-
But know
that Sex
is a vex;
A curse
for the worse.
A voice
without choice.
Indeed,
to lope
and cope.
Pulling the pieces
Through nephews and nieces.
Making mingle
be single.
Singular-
Like the word unheard.
But those
who speak
are weak.
Just fuck
and with luck -
The Sun
will shine
Devine.
But those who care
will spare;
Those who live
will give.
But what is life
without Sex?
A goddamn vex.
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terribly well writtten.