Wednesday, November 25, 2009

E(spa)n[gl]ish Love

Estoy so tempted
To be demente.
Maybe I simple
Just dont Comprende.

What is esto?
I don't entiendo
What is que debo?
I'm confundiendo

Mi thoughts
As they salen out of
A mente split en dos by love.
Thinking dos languages no es enough.

Por eso boo
Hablo to you,
So that que tu
Pares mi blues.

Talvez this way
Podemos stay
Juntos today
Para que stop el cloudy gray.

Monday, November 16, 2009

"He's Your First"

He's your first,
But I'm your first orgasm.

Remember how you spasmed,
How you convulsed, how you twitched
When I put my fingers deep inside of you
And with my tongue on your clit
I did please you.

Remember how I teased you
Right before I penetrated
Your inner walls as you gyrated
Because you lusted for more and more
And didn't want me to stop.
Don't think that I forgot
How your satisfaction cherry I did pop.

Let us reminisce
On that first kiss.

Baby don't tell me you don't miss
How we used to play our games.
What a shame
That you decided to take his name.
I guess to you I was a rebound,

But now, he's out of town, not around
And you're calling me because you're home alone.
I bet you he's with some sleazy hoe,
Telling you he's going to sleep
'Cause he's tired so he's hanging up the phone;
Telling you it's work,
What a jerk.

But it is your fault.
Yes, yours alone.

With me you had it all,
But you chose to throw it away
Because he's your first,
What a jerk.
You are Solely the definition of a woman's intuition

At it's worse.
That's your curse;
You can live through it alone
Because as soon as you rocked his rock I was gone.
When I heard you say he came back
I almost had a heart attack,
But not because of him 'cause he's whack,

But because you said yes.
Oh! dear pain in my chest.
You ask how I ripped you from my heart so fast;
Quicker than you said "y.." yea right before the ".es"
Well it's simple:

Baby girl unlike you
I move on, I don't linger.

Sunday, November 15, 2009

"Matter and Mass"

I look into her eyes and I
Can not find an explanation why
A simple thought created by the mind
Would make it so it would suffice.

To stop the fighting for our love;
That is something I will not do my dove,
Although at times we might want to fly above
Everyone that might not want us to be hand and glove.

I ask if we could be alas
In peace a one, a unity to last.
No secrets kept, worn on face no mask.
As we are heart and soul, matter and mass.