A Little Death

On some days I can taste you on my lips When I say out my name How thought it would always be you and I, And for a moment My heart skips a beat And I forget to breath...

Smoking Habits

Between the pulsations of her heart, Mumbi perceived in a clear wave, 'Open your eyes Emm, can't you see? A man is defined by how he takes care of himself, how he carries himself. If he doesn't love and respect himself , how can  he ever respect you?'

December

See, I refuse to lead a bitter life,
Frozen in the ugliness of a burning home,
Haunted by the sight of a broken home,
Trapped in the wreckage of two broken hearts.

In the Arms of Sorrow

Under the sun there is a season for everything,
Eventually, the dust will settle
And there will be light at the end of the tunnel,
Pain demands to be felt;
feeling is what makes us human,
And that is the thing –
To feel it but do not live with it.

Stay With Me

Guess it’s true I am not good at a one nightstand But I still need love, or at least a glimpse of it Cause I am simply human- just a simple girl And these nights never seem to go to plan They have been a little too cold to bear A little too dark, I... Continue Reading →

Fight to Make Up

Broken as we are we'll last through this
Because darling we ride or die
And we will wear our scars
Someday turn them into stars
When it gets too dark they’ll light our path

Part Three: Roman Candle

He swiftly pulled out and held his throbbing dick between her ass cheeks as his orgasm tore through him. His kink and savegery took over him as he wildly milked out his load. His cock exploded and spouted, spilling his load on her tight asshole,  spreading on her back in a motion emulating the explosion of a Roman candle. 

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