Adoring Might

Living it a little more
Freely but I can't ignore
That with every second gone she is more-adored
And that's really the reason to why I implore.

I ask her to be a little bit
Less than a sweater that I have to knit,
Less complicated but I must admit
That sometimes I really miss her fits.

She's throwing tantrums to the left and right
I try to calmly calm her, I don't want to fight
So I lightly hug her and her neck I bite
I let her know that I love her with all of my might.

It's Over

OK, OK, it's true... I miss you
But although from the bottom of my heart I wish to kiss you
I will remain,
I will stay
And will say
That my suffering for you will end today.

OK, OK, it's true... I miss you
But the suffering has been too much
And even though I miss your touch
I will remain,
I will stay
And will say
That today I have found someone better
So I will return to you, never!

OK, OK, it's true... I miss you
I miss your scent
I miss your touching me to my heart's content
I miss the way u made me pitch a tent
But what I miss the most is cuddling with you anywhere we went.

OK, OK, it's true... I miss you
But what I don't miss
Is thinking about that kiss
Thinking about your lips
With his
And him
Caressing you with the lights so dim
That I could barely make out the sight of his balls on your chin.

So OK, it's true... I do fucking miss you
But, with that fucking thought in mind, how am I supposed to kiss you.
You can bend at your knees and beg
But that would just remind me that you're an easy tree to peck
Any wood pecker would agree with what I've said.

So stop, don't waste your time.
Your love for me is worth less than a dime
But don't cry
I won't be sleeping alone tonight
For I've found someone better.

So it's whatever
I'll be alright
Little miss I can be with more than one guy at a time.
It's over!
I'm not a domesticated wolf, I know you wish I would,  but I won't rollover.

Happy Father's Day!

This is for the fathers in the U.S.
I confess
That I have been a  bad spawn at times,
But I digress.

From the center of my chest
I want to say
Hip hip hurray
For the good fathers of today.

For there are dead beat dads
Someone should beat them bad
For Someone that can't, for their child, stand
Can not be called a man.

HAPPY FATHER'S DAY!

Together-Happily

Take an Ambien with me,
Yea, let's fall asleep;
'Till tomorrow in deep
Slumber we will be.

Keep it between us,
Maybe we should just
Keep it in the clutch
And stay in gear because

We don't want to fly.
We just want to ride the tide,
So, we should just down-lie
And spend it together, just you and I.

Simply you and me;
Yea, we should be
Congruently adjoined,
Inspirationally complete.

Completely in conjunction.
Aside, do keep, assumptions
As there's nothing to assume,
It is just me and you.

I'll put myself first
If it indeed may work,
But, only if you'd like
For you're always first in my heart, in my mind.

So firstly, foremost
You and I, let us toast
To ourselves
For when together-put, we need not wealth.

We need only other-each;
Only our love will be
What, us, indeed does keep
Together-happily.

Random Rhyme Pt.2

Single,
Free to mingle...
Again with the same shit - Pringles...
I've been a bit confound
Running around town
Talking about
Stupid shit
Like, just one chick
But I can't quit,
The brotherhood awaits
I must stay
As my brother has spoken me to be, GREAT!
Any way, let's leave it for another day, back to the babbling
About how I was stabbing
At myself to see if I can bleed while standing
But apparently, I can
Whether I sit or stand
I can not pretend
That I wont bleed
And since it is me
I will say, please
Don't listen to me when I say
That it is not okay
Because when tomorrow comes at the end of today
It's L.O.L. All over
Sort of got the controller
Back with my composure
I think I can compose a symphony
And proud of it be
For I've written this for no one else but me.
So let us be merry
Like Mike and Mary
Or Dick and Harry,
If you're gay,
But again anyway,
That's all folks, ENJOY YOUR DAY!

Her Stay

I touch every part of her body
Like a Maserati,
Racing,
Quick pacing,
'cause I love to be complacent

With her wishes
Now I'm filling her with kisses
All over,
A bit closer
As I bite her lip I go lower.

Can you blame me?
She drives me crazy
And maybe, I may
Just say, baby stay
And sleep over today.

Oh! Awesome conversation,
Not of words, no, but of actions
Sweet reactions that make body and mind
With the soul Intertwine
As we dissolve into each other and while fighting sleep I...

With a kiss I am to wake
Dozing off was a mistake
But inevitable in any way,
Shape or form so it's okay
Because with a snuggle near the ear you say...

“...Baby I enjoyed my stay.”

I Hate Thee, Poetry.

I hate thee, poetry.
I hate the time I can not keep
From passing by when I'm with thee.
Oh do I hate thee, poetry.

I hate thee, poetry.
Your smile alone does me wrong
For when you smile you swallow whole
My heart for I try to hate, but I do love... NO! I hate thee, poetry.

I hate thee, poetry.
I hate the fact that I can not wait
For you to come back and act as my mate
But either way I still do hate, Oh I do hate thee, poetry.

I hate thee, poetry.
I hate thee, oh that is true.
From the bottom of my heart I may love you,
But when you're gone oh, I do hate; Oh yes, I hate thee, poetry.

I hate thee, poetry.
Confusing thoughts do fill my mind
Oh if I could I would freeze time
So that you may stay and I may hate, our eternity oh, poetry.

I hate thee, poetry.
I hate that I miss your scent
I hate that when you're here, I am content.
I hate that I hate but still do love; Oh I do hate thee, poetry.

Sexy Little Vixen

Sexy little vixen,

Foxy when you're with me

You make me feel these things

You make me want to cling.

Sexy little vixen,

You make me want to cling

When you make me feel these things

'Cause you're so Foxy when you're with me.

Sexy little vixen,

You make me feel these things

Oh! Foxy when you're with me

You make me want to cling.

Sexy little vixen,

Oh! Foxy little thing

When you're with me, oh I cling

To your body, getting closer every minute.

Sexy little vixen,

Call me clingy if you like

But when I'm with you my dear dime

I make it clear to all that you are my

Sexy little vixen,

Oh so Foxy when you're with me

I know you get the point but, you make me feel these things

Oh yes you make me want to cling

My dear,

Sexy little vixen.

The Essence of Bliss

To whom it may concern,

This shit is dire, I feel inspired and yet confound by the fact that we as human beings could never be eternally happy. That is why you and I, let us say we, could try but will fail inevitably. We seek to be unique when in truth we are just like the next, I am like you. It is true that simple thoughts of a blissful forever do cross all of our minds, but it is also true that bliss is to not be wanted or wished for; instead bliss should be created with a simple act. That act which most of us could never embrace. This act remains that of letting go of our wants and subjecting ourselves to fate. Instead of wishing to advance in science we should let go and live in caves. This being simply because the more knowledge we cradle the more we crave. In essence, the more we seek bliss the further away from it we go; as bliss is, not the wondering of what could be but, the embracing of what we have.

Truly Yours,

E.C.

Random Rhyme

Single,
Free to mingle,
Leave my nuts to jingle
Like bells In Belle's mouth
Like pringles if left on the couch
Crushed as they can not vouch
For themselves
Like a drunk in a well
Puking out, feeling the burn of hell
In their tummies
Call your mommy
If it's not too late honey
Taste in my mouth now
So how about
We kiss and tell how
We were like
Two happy dykes
Loving each, holding tight
Because like a lesbian
I lick between your thighs again
And again as we pretend
This will never end today
So hip hip hurray
We won, isn't it great
The way we do it
True it
Is a bit shrewd but we
Need to be
A little calmly
Collected
Not affected
By the present
So presently
Maybe we
Can be
Very merry
Like Mike and Mary
Or Dick and Harry,
If you're gay,
But anyway
That's all folks, enjoy your day.

Shit Faced

Shit faced
I left without a trace;
I did not find myself till eight.
I was gone in a daze,
Cold like a dead case.
Made are no actions just reactions
As my mind tries to simplify
Everything as it is all amplified
By the fact that I am still drunk from last night.

WE Go

Here WE go...

Lost in conversation
On the topic,
Yea the inspiration,
Being toxic,
Oh so agnostic
Their thoughts towards the divinity
Of our love, our infinity.

Here WE go...

With our flow
Burning slow,
As WE show
The world how WE roll,
WE let them know
That WE are for sure;
WE are WE forever more.

Here WE go...

How can I state-
This? Let me make-
It clear
My dear
WE are WE
Oh baby!
I'm with you, you're with me.

Here WE go...

Let's just stay...
Let them say...
Let's just play...
Let them hate...
Let's just gaze...
As they jealously
Remain, ever after, unhappily...

As WE go!

Someone... Make-Me-Smile...

Someone... make-me-smile...

She says
As she stands up and begs
The world for the reasons
To the why? The because, of the season's
Gloomy and sentimentally depressing melody,
Is to be known by all for all have grown to suffer this great tragedy.

Someone... make-me-smile...

She keeps on saying aloud
To no one in particular, but in hope that the sound
Would in it self create distraction
In the mind strong enough to prevent any drastic action.
Drastic actions that just depress
As they do indeed deepen the wound at the center of her chest.

Someone... make-me-smile...

So sad the sound and the sight
Of this beautiful soul as it's love loses might.
For she did hope and she now bleeds
She did give, but now she needs
Happy thoughts, oh happy thoughts
As every-things  are turned to naughts.

Someone... make-me-smile...

So she goes on until she falls asleep;
Full of tears she slumbers deep.
Happy thoughts she tries keeping in mind,
But all for naught as the sun does not shine.
Today, again, a cloudy day;
A misty December hoping for a May.

 In her sleep we hear her say
Someone... make-me-smile... today.

Tell Me Something

Tell me something...
Should I 'cause I would...
Maybe I could,
But that is nothing.

Let me know...
Would you, if you knew
How to, if you had a clue,
Stop the actions that make my reactions the want to go.

Seriously,
Could we remain,
Could we contain
Ourselves so that we can be together happily?

Magically enthused
By the way you make me feel.
Unfortunately your truth is no longer real,
So how can we in happiness conclude?

Melancholic Tendencies

Sitting, dim lit,
Thinking of you, my chick.
Loving memories, do indeed, come to mind
As lonely nights this depression amplifies
With the thought of you, my dear concubine.

Thinking of you, my chick;
I, here, alone do sit,
Thinking thoughts,
Thinking things all for naught
As depression is fought.

I bring up sweet memories,
One of many melancholic tendencies
Caused by the likes of you;
You are the reason for my new born blues,
You are the reason for my base filled tunes.

Because you're gone my heart melts,
I profligate my prolific self.
Without motivation to perpetuate
A happy life with a better mate;
My life, with this solitude, I consummate.

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.

"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.

"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.

Let's Face It

Let's face it...

You're hooked on that algorithm;
Baby, you're a masochist!
You're addicted to the pain he brings;
When he's around you are out of it.

The consequence:
You hurt real bad,
You say "without him I can't live"
So you stay by his side thinking he might change what he gives.

He doesn't,
And so it keeps on happening
Let's give "it" a definition,
An action with the previous consequence.

It comes to this:
He hits you with a fist of words,
He tampers with your insecurity
Damaging your dear and beautifully perfect personality.

My Rose Of June

Roses are red.

Violets are blue.

When I'm with you in December

It feels just like June.

Perfect weather for romance,

Perfect person for me;

Perfect perfection of truth.

Perfect imperfections lead me to loving you.

Sweet scents of ecstatic lusting

Makes loving you so wonderful.

I love the way you moan and groan

When I'm filling you so plentiful.

So great the thought of you

Being only mine;

So immense the sensation of your finger tips

Running down my spine.

Scratch my back like a cat,

With your fingernails, scrape off my skin;

Dig deep into my body,

Let it be your ball of lint.

As it rains and the drops are smacked

Into the window by the wind, I'm

Cuddling with you with the lights off;

The sunlight so low it's barely dim.

We lay there, all alone,

Holding each so very close.

We lay there from dawn to dusk.

We lay there, only us.

The days pass,

So do the weeks,

Everything becomes nothing rapidly,

But we manage to stay a one, we manage to stay unique.