Perfected SexDevour This ExtacyPenetrate MeFeel The Inside Of MeThrust In MeTrust In MeI Will Never TellI'll Show You A GirlYou've Never Seen BeforeThe Innocent WhoreWith Thoughts Of Sex, Blood, GoreAnd The Most Sorrowful TearsFor What I've Endured For YearsI'll Scream And Moan Away My FearsDon't Worry Baby, They Can't HearSo Hold MeAnd Fuck MeWhatever You PleaseUntil DaySometimes I Hate ItBut I Crave This Kind Of PainPull My HairWork Your Way ThroughCause I'm A Little KinkyAnd I Think You Are TooFuck MeI Want To Always BeDevouring This Extacy
SEXThis poem is about sex.(yeah, that got your attention)This poem is about sex.This poem is about love.This poem is about living in your sexualityinstead of being afraid of it.This poem is about saying fuck youto everyone who told youits wrong.Its dirty.Its shameful.This poem is about the sin so naturalit takes you to heaven on earth.This poem is about turning the key,finding your voice,making your own choice.This poem is about independence,decision,instead of buying into all their misery.Honestly.Abstinence class150 pages of health text book telling youDontWait6 years of administration telling youDontWait6 years of scaring youout of whats instinctual.6 years of alarmist tactics,and no informationon anything, really.No information,no education,just propaganda,setting a social tabooso they can control how we live our lives.Avoid the
Sex.Love is lusting Love is trusting Love is thrusting.Minus two if you do-But know that Sexis a vex; A cursefor the worse.A voice without choice.Indeed, to lope and cope.Pulling the pieces Through nephews and nieces.Making mingle be single.Singular- Like the word unheard.But thosewho speak are weak.Just fuck and with luck -The Sun will shine Devine. But those who care will spare;Those who live will give.But what is life without Sex?A goddamn vex.
Sex Ive got a bad feeling, its distinguishing my thoughts, But the matter is just: Touch and go. You want to have this need, but I feel the beat of rock music, The Iron Maiden you keep locked behind that ribcage,
Sex Symbolshes got her cigarettsher flashy mini skirtshe wears their sex apon her sleevethere she goes againin all her overdramatic wondera muse of the nightlifeshes a sex symbol on paradewith her pinpoint pupilsand her hair a messshe could make a million bucks with the face shes gotshes a heroin addict at her best can you hear it calling? calling your name "throw your life away, "ill make it easier to be free"shes living for that single momentbefore you send her scramblingreaching for something that was never there in the first placeits a drug induced loveshe only wants what you cant givedirty is fancyshe loves those dirty sceenesyet she hasnt slept in daysand she wants it to
sextwo people completely connectedfeeling incredible senseseverything else leaves their mindsfor that short momemt in timeall you feel is this incredible pleasureall you want is for this feeling to remainand it is so hard to containso you moan and screamnothing in the world feels as goodit seems like a dreamas it gets harder and fasteryou get to feeling like you are in completely ecstasyyou begin to hear a beat, a melodyyou may slow it down and change positionsbut all of it is so deliciousbodies become sweaty and moist all overand dirty wetness is so wonderfulthe intensity becomes strongerit won't last much longerso you climaxtake a deep breath, go outsidesmoke a stoge and relax