I started writing morning verses to both sharpen my poetry skills and be sure that I was writing something every day. I will be publishing a few of these poems per post until caught up, then I will publish the week’s verses each Sunday.
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It’s so hot out, baby And the sun’s almost gone You’ve been watching me work All day long Muscles flexing, bearing heavy loads Sweat soaked clothes You’ve been peeling off with that dirty mind That I love to indulge Well, I’ve been eyeing you too That finger perched between your teeth As you imagine me on top of you The dirt and salty mess of me Sliding on your clean skin So, let’s stop the fantasizing And get to something tantalizing Let’s fuck Under the setting sun Let’s make this golden hour A lot more fun Let’s fuck through it And into the twilight time Right here in the grass Grind that ass Arch that back And make those hips work Maybe we get lucky And summer rains soak us Making us slip and slide Sweat and spit and rain Dripping and pooling between us My eyes locked on you Watching the drops of wet Rolling down your breasts Hair drenched and hanging As you keep banging You hips Divine Palms slapping, nails dragging As I fill you Paint every curve and corner Of you And we laugh For this is beautiful Fucking in the rain
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Moonlight Moonbright Might choose violence tonight Blood’s running hot And this might not End the way you think I’m on the brink Cuttin’ haters down to size I’m on the rise in my skies This rhyme flies And defies All explanation And the opponents I’m facin’ All are racin’ For the exits, any way out Cause there is no doubt What I’m about To drop Lyrical bombs Full stop You can’t top What I got My bars Will leave scars You’ll see stars If you spar So think twice Cause this spice Will slice You and dice You, will this suffice To make you retreat Fall at my feet Cause you can’t handle My heat
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I got cut again On the sharp edges of promises Broken, but that’s not new Not from you, but what can I do It’s true, when all I really came to do Is you Maybe that’s how you like me Hungry Always wanting more Crawling on the floor But if we’re keeping score I’ve got more in store For you Because that’s right where I want You too And since we’re both here No fear So near Lift that dress And let me impress With my caress Sit your wet lips On my lips Grind those hips Make my cock drip While you unzip And see what you’ve done I’m sprung Waiting to be undone By your tongue You lick me clean Take me deep, hear me scream While you keep, tasting cream Bobbing fast When I slap your ass Like I’m knocking To be let inside Spread you wide So I can slide And glide My tongue, through your divide Until you break Making your thighs quake All broken promises erased Lost in your taste Divine
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Words are tools They can build things of great beauty Launch ships, chronicle epic journeys Laud, applaud, resolve Bring peace Inspire, express the great depths of a love that aches to be sung Words are tools They can tear apart things of great beauty Break hearts, leave marks Wound, unravel, disrupt Sow sorrow Repress, cause fear that makes one hide what matters most Words are tools That beget actions That beget effects that last ages Let us not be mercurial with our words Let us wield them with great care Great empathy Great grace
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to me fucking you my sacred ode is due Khonsu Divine traveler, flying high as I lie, between your thighs glistening under moonlight as I bite Into to you and consume you from ass to clit Spit soaked slit perfect fit sexual communion our union, blessed undressed and on display so let’s play In the silvery cool night air
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you trying to fuck with me? then get rough with me! cause it’s tough to be enough you see I ain’t trying to be half-caressed, half-blessed teased and undressed commit to the bit they can’t all fit they can’t all hit like i do you trying to be true? then stop playing games, and try taking blame, and start screaming my name and don’t be tame cause I ain’t the same do you feel me?
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