Delicious sin

Burning flame

Ignite my skin

Feel my desire

Heat so sweet

Lips on fire

Quench the thirsty

My wild drive

Please have mercy

She does not like vanilla

No, her tastes would make Cruella

Seem like a tame abuela

Though she’s got a body like Stella

With her, every breath

Is a dance with Death

She’s more addictive than meth

Except she’s relatively better for health

In life, cheese is cheese

Enjoy it all, mes amis

No Velveeta, please

You're welcome.

I am lazy

and sensual,

falling in and out

of drowsy dreams

Capture me now

mid-thought,

and ask me what

I want.

My lids are low

and sexy

My tongue caught

between my teeth

My electric regions

pulsate and throb

into a yearning

beat.

This is the time

this is the now.

Ask me,

and I will

tell you

The reveal of my

heart's desire...

Let me tell you

how short life is

i lost a dear friend

only 14 years in

others make it to 100

others don't quit beat the odds

leaving at only 16

some make it to 30

only to have their life taken from them

some don't make it out of the womb

but what is life

if it is not filled with joy

what is life

without the risk

life every day like its your last

that's what he always said

hes been dead not 24 hours

As the day is,

So is life:

Mornings and evenings,

Birth and old age.

Rain and sunshine,

Riches and lack.

Days and nights,

Births and deaths

As the day flies,

So does life.

A day summarizes a life.

In the end, they'll end.

Some say life is great,

but others treat life with hate.

The world is getting darker.

Depression getting stronger.

Happiness is fading away,

replaced by a new day.

Darkness left and right.

People filled with shock and fright.

Life isn't a person.

It is never easy.

Nothing in it might be fun.

But don't let your story be quickly done.

He thought my eyes were pretty.

In a way i thought I could love

but truth was.

He thought my eyes were sexy.

in way he thought he could lust.

Ive never felt less feminine

till he made me the object of his desire

and then made me the object of his game

then got bored and threw me away

He thought my eyes were pretty

and i regret ever looking back into his

what hurt soul he had to have been

to ruin the friendship

and then ruin the friend

My first encountor of lust

over something as simple

as my eyes

not ass or my boobs

would'nt you think

that could be love too?