Put your head between my thighs
And make me relize
That you’re the ONLY one
That really knows how to make me cum
And while your tounge is between my lips
I want you to use your finger tips
And softly move them all around
Then throw me to the ground
Then im gonna pull out your dick
So i can take a lick
Untill u decide to throw me on the bed
And make my face all red
I want you to make me sweat
Because i very much bet
Thats what ur gonna do
when im through with u
Just make sure u turn out all the lights
And make me scream with delight
Because once the night is through
Ill always be your boo!

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Just for a laugh

THE VOYEUR
I know you are there, for you are always there!
Is it because I’m young and oh so hot,
and ache all day with longing to be kissed
and dream all night of lovely smooth-skinned boys
and rigid cocks of muscled men that squirt
with lust for me as often as I wish?
I know you are there, for you are always there…
outside my window looking in each night,
watching my shadow writhing on the blind,
baring my body in a lewd lascivious dance,
casting off my garments one by one
until I fall down panting on my bed,
clutching my pillow high between my thighs,
riding to the rhythm of your unseen hand.
I know you are there, for you are always there!
I hear your footsteps on the lonely street
following the slender clicking of my heels.
and feel your eyes caress my stockinged legs
crawling like fingers up my shapely calves.
I have no fear – I know you mean no harm.
With throbbing heart I sometimes stop beside
some dark and gloomy doorway, looking back,
hoping to see your figure, tall and slim,
coming to join me, there where I can let
you use me in the shadows as you please.
But you are gone, once more the street is still.
You wait until I hurry on once more.
I know you are there, for you are always there!
Walking homeward through the park at night,
I hear you in the bushes by the path,
where copulating couples moan and squeal
and gaudy women suck the cocks of men
who pay to grunt and sweat in loveless lust.
I often rest on a favourite bench and wait
until your rustling stops behind my back,
and then I hear you whisper dirty things
behind the ancient oak tree near at hand.
Such filthy things I clench my legs and gasp.
But then I think it could be just the breeze.
I know you are there, for you are always there…
in the shadows of the alley near my school
where I often go to pet with boys I like.
I know you watch them kiss my willing mouth,
pushing their tongues between my teeth to touch
the slow soft languid squirming of my own.
And when their eager hands begin to roam,
squeezing my breasts to make me pant and moan,
I know you’re creeping closer hot to watch
them groping up my skirt to feel me there.
I hunt inside their trousers for their cocks
and as we start to mutually masturbate
I feel your heavy breathing on my neck.
And when the sperm squirts warmly on my leg
and fingers make me come with whimpering sobs,
I turn my head to see you do it too,
but only empty ash cans meet my gaze.
I know you are there, for you are always there…
and I long to know what heats your lust for me.
Is it the silky softness of my hair
you’d like to feel around your throbbing cock?
Or do you wish to suck my little breasts.
with hardened nipples aching to be touched,
protruding through my satin blouse like nuts?
Or shall I hold you tight between my legs,
and rub my stockings up and down your heat.
My sweet young mouth is yours, of course, to kiss
(I’ve never sucked a man before, just boys,
but I would do that gladly if you wish…)
I know you are there, for you are always there!
Tonight I shall sit beneath the ancient tree
in the shadows of the darkened park alone
and ever so slowly touch myself for you
beneath my skirt, and up between my thighs
into the warm moist heat that waits for you,
fingering the bursting fig of my desire,
whispering all the while your unknown name.
I know you are there, for you are always there!
Come, come… oh, darling, come for me!
JULIA

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Upon finding a box of my old works

Regretting my actions.

I just don’t know, THIS or THAT

slutty girl goes for boys on bands

An homage to Leonard Cohen.

Come on you mother fuckers – strip me bare:
right here on your altar of bigotry.
Cruelly mutilate my mother’s breasts,
doing your best to ensure I’ll never enjoy
succoring my children again.
Come on you mother fuckers – mind fuck me:
try and gang rape me into suborned obedience.
Screw with my head deep and hard,
with long savage strokes of hate
until you spew your vitriolic jizz of intolerance.
Come on you mother fuckers – see the results:
of picking the wrong victim.
Be shocked by my lustful smile,
as your impotent seed falls
on ground made infertile by love.
Come on you mother fuckers – do me harder:
as I lift my hips to meet your thrusts.
Your hate isn’t prepared for me,
when I wrap what I now call family
around your pitiful frame and hump back at you.
Come on you mother fuckers – don’t stop now:
your heart ain’t no match for mine.
I grab you hair and crush your lips with my passion for life;
slip you the tongue of happiness
and joyously scream in orgasmic freedom.
Come on you mother fuckers – who’s next?

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I’m naked as you walk to me, I hold you close and tell youDON’T SPEAK
I pull you into the room and quietly undress youDONT SPEAK
I take your hardness into my handsDONT SPEAK
I squeeze and pull and in your eyes I see your desire, you’re dripping all over my handDONT SPEAK
I lead you to the bed and push you onto your backDONT SPEAK
I take you into me and ride you into complete submissionDONT SPEAK
I feel my climax coming as my walls squeeze you,I ride the waves of ecstacyDONT SPEAK
Our breathing is labored, my eyes are closed, I hear you grunt as you erupt inside of meDONT SPEAK
I fall to the side of you and you hold me close, you rub my back and I tell youDONT SPEAK

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Heavenly father full of grace,
Bless me cause I like the taste,
Bless me cause ill never win, to hell ill go if sex a sin.
Bless the way a body looks, I don’t believe he wrote that book.
Bless the way I feel inside when I see someone I like,
Bless my mind that never stops,
Bless the dirtiness of my thoughts,
Bless the naughty things I say and all the times I wanna play.
Bless the fun I like to have, its just to good to be that bad.
Bless how kinky I was made,
Gods a prude?….there’s no way.
Bless how selfish I can be, the things I do I do for me.
Bless me cause im such a bitch, most men I use just for their dicks.
Bless the ladies that catch my eye, how blessed I feel to spread those thighs.
Bless my boyfriend who is so cute,
Bless the husband that I once knew,
Bless my life just how it is,
Bless each one of my four kids,
Bless yourself, a job well done,
When I was made it had to be fun.

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Inspired by the art of Lucinda Lyons.

Sing this loudly to the tune of “Happy Birthday”