Is that true?
That men are hunters?
They hunt her
Then they love her
It is instinct too see her
They feel it
They feel once they see her
They see someone they desire
They feel that burning desire
They get ....
If she can feel it through heart
They different
They feel it through ....
They feel it faster than her
They would flirt with her
They'll get excited and hard
They need to be touched
They want to touch her
So much they do
She feels love
But they want it like 4 times a day
They get so .... and cannot control
Their thing get hard
Their thing wants her touch
After then
They are slightly more independent
Yet, they desire it again later
They'll hunt again.
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Tuesday, 30 September 2014
Sunday, 28 September 2014
Walking Path
I walk in a long straight path
There's no exit along the path
But sometimes I have to walk on the broken glasses
I have to walk in fire
I have to walk through the thorns
There's no exit along the path
But sometimes I have to walk on the broken glasses
I have to walk in fire
I have to walk through the thorns
Upon of years walking
I've met a few people
That would walk along with me
That fade away all the pain
Never thought it is temporary..
I've met a few people
That would walk along with me
That fade away all the pain
Never thought it is temporary..
Saturday, 23 August 2014
Every Inch of Us is Perfect
Forget about your weight
Forget about your face
It perfect the way it is
It is too perfect for this temporariness
Forget about your face
It perfect the way it is
It is too perfect for this temporariness
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