His mouth met hers, soft yet firm, his tongue glides along her bottom lip.
The erotic dance begins.
The pounding of their hearts is the beat
The racing of their pulse the melody.
She could dance with her man until the earth turns to dust and sun fades, and never grow bored.
He smiles, believing he’s going to score. But this boy playing at being a man doesn’t understand; he and I, we aren’t even playing the same game
The preacher had a tall, wiry frame. One that made it seem like he could reach up and grasp heaven, balancing it in his palms. However, what he did with those hands, well that belong in hell…
She is his delicious treat
He craves the kiss of her lollipop lips
And watching humor dance in her chocolate eyes
Or hearing the tinkling of sugar-sweet laughter
But the best, his favorite is when he takes her in his arms
And feasts on his most desires dessert
The Internet an oxymoron
It brings many together while tearing other lives to shreds
It allows us to learn so much or it fills our heads with lies and shit
It spreads love and hate in equal dosages It is the modern-day yin and yang
(I know this is true, I read it online)
Racism, bigotry, and misogyny
Block it out, look away
Pretend everything is okay
He’ll cling to his illusions, she’ll hold on to her delusions
Hold tight to that slice of comfort
And never see anyone else’s discomfort.
My bondage is within myself, and no one can denude me of it
If I want the chains broken, I must unlock my mind of false modesty and inhibitions
Then my body and mind will be free
“Don’t be an alpha-hole.” Tom snorted. “A what?” “An asshole that acts like an alpha douche. He thinks he’s a badass know-it-all and worst,” Kim leans back in her chair, “is under the illusion he can boss me around.” Tim’s smile widens. “I’d never dream of it.”