Romantic poems

When i make love to my self
when i make love to my self
I find silence in a dark room
alone with my lovers thoughts
Carelessly removing off my cloth
My fingers will dig my skin
While i watch my pride melting
And when the excitement grows big
I suddenly forget that i am breathing
and then again i would want more
enough to please my sinful skin
But until i notice the open door
Its too late and i am already sinning
And now its pleasure no more

This is all what happens
when i make love to my self

Pleasure of sex
Pleasure of sex
Starts from beyond
Like a hole and its egg
Like lips and its taste

The heat and the skin
Are friends of ages
Your tongue and my lip
Like your palm and my hip

If the bed wants to break
Let your lips fly to her breasts
As your tongue sucks its best
You will see the pleasure of sex

If the bed sheets turns on fire
Just know she got higher
Suck her wet hairly meat
then listen to her heart beat

Slowly bite her ear
Like a dog whisper your pleasure
Then your skin will feel her fear
Once again push it deeper

Let her scratch your back
With her red polished nails
Let her scream the word fuck
As you push her against the bed

Now that you have watered
She smiles for pleasure in pain
Another day the room gets colder
Just dial THE PLEASURE OF SEX.

The neckline scar

I could see how he goes above my head
As i watch my self dissapear beneath his chest
Feeling the soft rhythmic melodies of his pulse
The lifeness and the manliness of his scar
That fade across the softness and his pride
Carefully hidden under the regions i envy so much.
But i come clean to this love that i feel
The love that drained me and stole away my peace
Knowing not to open a confession, and hear him reject
Cause it would break my heart, change my pride to regrate
Cause it would tear me apart, into my ears echo my mistake
Cause it would end my start, through my future in the den
All because i came clean to this love that i feel
Hidden on that tempting sight under the neck line scar.