xLx's blog: "words"

Ink draining away

Lifeless

Fading

Like Life

Passion

Yearning

To continue on with words

But can't

Ink slowly gone

Throwing the pen to the side

There are many others

Pick one up

And continue writing...

A caress upon the shoulder, and a shudder at the touch

A rising, mounting tension as two heart begin to race

Unleashing pent-up passions with the one they love so much

Fingers flow through flowing hair behind a smiling face

Slowly she removes his shirt, and he returns the favor

Hungry tongues indulging in their craving for a taste

Torn between desire to be lingering and savor

And giving in to pounding lust, to finish up in haste

They savor all the suckling, then their hands increase their roaming

His fingers find her eager,ready, knowing what she craves

Gentle, hot caresses start her shuddering and groaning

Sweet release and ecstasy, a chain of ocean waves

The surf is pounding harder as he consummates, with kiss

Her lustful throes of ecstasy, somehow fulfilling more

And as each wave is crashing she cries out in anguished bliss

Her pulsating contractions bring him closer to the door

Drenched in sweat and panting, still she makes one more ascent

And as she peaks, her insides quake - she pulls him through the gate

They thus convulse together til all energy is spent

And then recline embracing as their sensual highs abate

A last caress upon the skin, a smile at the touch

A waning tension fizzles as two heart, as one, unite

Lingering in nakedness with one they love so much

Then drifting off to slumber after one last kiss goodnight

Writers block

More intimidating than the schoolyard bully

Blank, fresh paper;

A never-ending sea of white that begs to be stained

Pen in hand,

Ink drips from its tip, yearning to become art

Before the creativity runs dry

Suspended in midair

It fails to deliver.

I come with strings

intricately laced

through the tight holes

I'm soulless, yet I have a sole

It is made of leather

to protect me

through each and every step

in my short life

My purpose is to give comfort and pleasure

when and where it is needed

and protect myself from being

beaten down

At first glance

you see the outer beauty

that emanates from my body

My stitching

A work of art

It keeps me

from falling apart

In time, my exterior

will crack and peel

Eventually, I will be tossed aside

when I no longer fit snugly

around his body

and no longer serve a purpose

in his life

Broken and mended

I now belong

to whoever will have

this old shell

of a once beautiful creation

Used and abused, I am a woman.

Roads less traveled are the ones for my feet

To tread upon, step by weary step

Stumbling from the uneven pavement

Catching myself before falling

Only to stumble yet again and skin my knee

Fresh sticky blood running downward

Landing drops upon my tired toes

Go unnoticed as I walk forth

Road curving and twisting as a carnival ride

Semingly endless in my blury sight

Leading me onward to life

Love and laughter; trials and sadness

Looming ahead like the ending

Of a movie or a fine meal

That last bite of dessert

But give me the road less traveled

For the other choice is the norm

Where I have never belonged

They arrive in a menacing whirlwind

A whirlwind of painful emotions

They lift me up in their upheaval

Slamming into me over and over again

I would rather feel pain, true physical pain,

than feel these chaotic emotions

They are tearing my head up inside

claws rending my flesh viciously

I'm breaking down slowly, I cannot last much longer

I can feel my strength slowly fading away

The stresses of my everyday life are too much

I'm losin the never-ending battle for my sanity

The two anchors that once held me so steady upon this river

Are breaking away, leaving me to sink into darkness

They want nothing to do with me, they want freedom

My heart is torn asunder, confusion running its course

Like a poison threatening to suck the life of me

But I have no one to blame but myself for that idiocy

I made a mistake and it will forever cost me

And he will have a secret place in my heart for always

This is all too much to bear; I feel the walls closing in

The need to break free imminent, as the whirlwind continues

It's driving me down, digging me so deep into the ground

I'm buried alive, I can't breathe, I can't think, I'm fading

My nightmare is drawing closer, it's only weeks way

A morbid anniversary haunting me every year, dragging me back

Waiting to be relived in my dreams violently overtaking me

I pray that I don't fall asleep, to keep it from claiming me

But here I stand alone, bracing myself for its arrival

There is nothing I can do to stop it, sleep will come eventually

Pain. A single word. Short and sweet like the events that precede the emotion. An emotion invisible to all eyes. Except the one it is home to. Eyes that are as blue as the ocean and as captivating. They have to be mysterious. Deep, dark, and elusive. Eyes...the window into ones heart. Not mine though. My eyes lie. Deep enough to drown. To drown the emotion in. Dark enough to hide the tears that rain down. To wash away the pain. They lie to save others the pain, of bearing my blue memories. Eluding others.

Emotions are the world's greatest mystery. Found only in the heart and the mind. Invisible puppeteers of our lives. Out emotions create. Thoughts...Ideas...Actions...All products of our mind. These areall bound together, creating a book. With string made of our feelings and subconscious. All of our thoughts and ideas scribed, a self-coded text. As we decide what action to take we read these books, study our history, our emotions. But what happens when you can't read your own writing? Often time is from taking bad notes. Others it's because we are too afraid to accept our own thoughts. Medicine can heal sickness, but only thought can empty a clouded mind.

Now I think you deserve a little something, you know the mood I am in, so move your hands and sit on them, you need to because you know what you will want to do, just the head, mmm just the head that’s all I need to cum, I move up and down, I use my legs to balance now, and I feel you stretching me, as your head enters my opening, and up and down slower than how you were kissing me, your harder than a tree and larger then I need, but that’s how your dick is and I love it, because well you know I don’t need to say it, I am done with that word, I say KhoshmAweit as I sit down on your monster cock, tearing his brut size into my squeezing muscle, holding you tight, I gasp to breath damn you always take my air, and I like it, I love it, you look at me with love, I see it in your eyes, you don’t say it, you don’t say it, you just touch me gentle, and lick my lips, and my neck as I am adjusting to your entry, and the burn, all my wetness does not prevent that from happening, I squeeze and push with my muscles, and sitting on you not moving, I feel you thicken to a point of no return, you going to cum and I push myself off of you, using my legs, you squeeze my hips in frustration, but there is a place I’d rather you be, I lay you back and lick you from the tip of your head, slowly down your swollen shaft, I suck each side of the sack that holds my favorite treat, and your legs tighten your wanting to take control of my head, but you’re fighting it