Mr. Snow White Knight - KING

His skin is snow soft white

His scent is quiet tasteful and calm

He has dark jet black hair and his body is as a build of amour as of a White Knight

He verbalize with a voice that could cure a woman with his pretty aphrodisiac lips of balm

The redness of his skin makes her body plead for him

His beautiful unidentifiable eye color drowns her being into melting brim

Thickness of his body drives her mind crazy

Crazy thoughts of sadism because of this bodied amour of toughness

When his white manly voice speaks its sends a master to slave mentality to her that makes her hazy

He has the entire amour needed to make her sultry fantasies come true of roughness

Oh Mr. Snow White – Knight King, come on to her like a rainfall

Oo Mr. King of White as Snow Knight, use that body amour, put your strength inside of her to maul

Use your powers to make her succumb

Use your powers to make her body numb

Cut her with your sword, make her bleed from your weapon

Torture her with your blades, make her want after and cry from weapons

His skin is snow soft white

But he makes her benight

His body is as a build of an amour of a White Knight

He will use his White King power to pervert with her with trite

Mr. Snow White Knight – King

Please give her, from your power, a sensual wring

Life and Time Will Always Move On....

 

No matter what happens during your life… Life still moves on. No matter what you’re going through, where you’ve been and where you’re going, Life will always move on. That’s what I keep telling myself. No matter how you feel about someone, no matter the monster(s) in your past that tries to chase you, Life moves on darling. Yes I reminisce of what happened in my past. Well, that doesn’t matter anymore because Life moves on. At sun rise, and in the day. At sun set, and in the night, time goes on. But time doesn’t know nor have any limits, life just continues to move on. I’m stuck with my stagnant feelings I’ve always had, but my life is passing by. I am still in so much pain. It’s sad, but this is true. It doesn’t matter how I feel anymore because life moves on. I’m trying my best to catch up but it’s hard and tough. I want to be ok. I want to not have thoughts about my hurt and pain. I want to move on like life is, but now something has replaced the being of where my life passed. That something is a longing. I long to be in love again. Experiencing those feelings of loving someone with all your being, feeling love through your whole body for someone, is such a wonderful feeling; it’s almost hard to put in words to describe. Unfortunately, for me, that experience is not so. And here I am still trying to catch up to time, trying to catch up to where my life has passed me by all because of my broken, shattered heart. Tears still fall while time ticks on. Heart still is in pain while life moves on. Still jealous and a bit envious while time moves on. I can’t allow myself to become frustrated because I long for love and care care. But a guy will never care to want me and just like time and life, he will continue to move on to someone else, passing me by. Of course, I would prefer to have someone, to be with someone, but that’s just the way it is. So don’t ever allow yourself to be left behind, because life and time will always pass you by.

Heat on a Cold Night

That night I haven't experienced anything like that before

It was pleasurable feelings that sensationalized down into my core.

I cant even begin to explain how comfortable I was with you

My un-nervousness while being exposed to you is something I cannot construe.

Butterflies fill my stomach every time I think back on how I sucked your lips

The longing but patience to do it again tasting the feel of your kiss.

Becoming aroused every time I think back on how I sucked your kiss

The longing but patience to do it again tasting the feel of your lips.

"You are so beautiful" were the words you said to me making me feel at ease

Just the limited things we did were enough to wholly satisfy the please.

Your mouth on my body feeling the sensations of your tongue

Your mouth on my lips taking the very air I need to breathe away from my lungs.

The way your mouth sucked on my nipples gave me the greatest pleasure that I could ever bare

The way your mouth sucked and kiss all over my breasts as we see into each other without giving a hindering care.

I looked at you in the eyes to see you looking back while you were with me

No embarrassment or sense of weird we seeing each other with clear visibility.

I wanted to kiss you all over your body...your body is so sexy

There was a urge to go all over you that battled with me.

I loved the way our lips met and the savoring of our tongues in kissing while you grabbed and squeezed on my breasts

The extreme satisfying delight I received made me moan for you...for you is where my cause of my sweet sexual groans rest.

The tingle that ran through my body when you touched me between my legs caused me to become so wet

Becoming paralyzed in ecstasy from the touch of your fingers there is a feeling I wouldn't want to forget.

That night from the first kiss, from the first touch, the very relaxation in eye contact is something I have to admit I'm afraid to ask and say for it to happen again

To the last kiss, the last touch, the actions of that night is something I'm not sure if you would want it to happen again.

You were a complete gentleman that night and displayed stricken self control...you did nothing wrong

Being free with each other bodies being able to fully console...to do it again I wont push it along
 

Last Effort

There just aren’t enough words i can use to describe how im feeling and what this situation has done to me

But what I can say is that I was quiet surprise you agreed to have me send you something

I hate that I said it was a “goodbye piece” because that’s not what I want to say

I’ve already said it many times before and have yet to have it happen so it doesn’t matter anyway

When this month of March came I said uh oh, Im going to have to mourn it all the way through

Why? Because last March is when I first made out with you

When I kept asking you about why you did what you did, you asked me why I kept bringing up the past

The reason being is because the past is the only place where you and I exist, and to relive it is not too much to ask

Let’s take it to the bottom line and that is Im just so tired of talking about how my feelings have been hurt, how you broke my heart, and this and that

I know Im the only one talking about it though but you were the cause of my heart becoming flat

Im tired of thinking about you, crying at times, and im just tired of having you matter to me

I know Im the only one living like this and I want to keep fighting through this simply because I want you to see me differently

I need to understand that you got what you wanted and now you’re so done

So to live with always questioning in mind why this had to be, Im the only one

From the beginning, when I first started to like you, we both had a different mission

We each were aiming at something different; we each had our own volition

I don’t know how you feel about the choices you made while knowing me

I know Ive always made it clear to you how I felt, but you never cared to know what my feelings may be

The frustration that goes through my mind sometimes is just so overwhelming

What happened between us makes me feel defeated and that’s a wretchful thing

And I make it sound as if we were together, which we never were; you weren’t going to have that happen

Everything unraveled here and just turned in to a huge misshapen

I also wanted to know at what times you didn’t and did care

You would never tell me and I thought that was unfair

You told me that I knew, that I always knew the answers to the questions I asked you

Maybe I did and what I thought, I hoped to have been untrue

The night when you came over and bought me that cd, we hanged out in my kitchen and enjoyed each other’s company; did that night mean nothing to you?

The night when we were together fogging the windows up in your truck; did that night mean nothing to you?

Those times when I came to hang out with you while you were at work, again enjoying each other’s company, did those times mean nothing to you?

The day you came over to bring me those books from school, we sat on my porch and talked, did that day mean nothing to you?

Well all those times to me meant being around someone I was happy to be friends with; I like to think those were the times where you actually did care

And for you to give me some answers, HA! To you I would really really dare!

When will I ever finally, completely end what I have and still feel for you?

When I spend more time with God than spending time thinking about you

I sat you up on a high, high pedestal; I worshipped you at your feet

I put aside my wants and needs and made it all about you, which made it so easy for you, to me, to mistreat

You know all along I just wanted you to acknowledge your part in this

But I know you just always wanted for all of this to be dismissed

I failed to accept what it means to be used

I should have stopped; I could have stopped myself from being used

When a guy uses a girl he gets what he wants and that’s it!

Im so mad at myself because I didn’t want the end result to be what it was and that makes me sick!

When a guy uses girl its what that hell with her feelings, what the hell with what she wants, and what the hell with who she is

But for the guy, its all about gettin what he sent out to get, its all about his

I should have never had sex with you, but the reason I did it wasn’t because I was out to get only one thing from you

The reason behind it was it was something you wanted, and I wanted to make you happy, I wanted to do for you

Have you ever asked yourself why I would let anything like that happen? Why I would do that?

I bet you never did because afterwards you just thought I was a slut for letting it happen anyway, I was easy for letting you hit that

Nope, no, no, no. I really wanted to spend time with you

I was afraid that if I didn’t agree to do what you wanted to do, you weren’t going to come over that night, and all I wanted was just to be with you

I remember I’d always asked you questions, some I already knew the answers to

So why ask them, because that was the only way I could hear from you

I think I understand now why you never called, texted, or hung out with me

Because you were only attracted to me sexually

I guess that’s why you didn’t introduce me to your father that day in the shop, you didn’t see me as a friend, you didn’t care about me

Something must had been wrong with me

You were the only guy I’ve know that actually made me happy about how I looked

You told me I was beautiful and from that moment on I was hooked

Unfortunately, now I realize that you were playing that game, saying what you needed to say to get what you want, you wasn’t for real

Too bad for me because I had nothing to come back at you with, which for me was a saddening ordeal

I just had all good intentions, I never ever wanted to hurt you, make you feel bad or say or do anything that would cause you to be upset

Now, I question and think if saying something to you in class that day, whether or not I should regret

When I called you on the phone and you told me I wasn’t the only friend you were dumping, that I was the only one that actually cared, why do you think that is?

Because I was the only one who truly really cared..