wk16: 5-1 MMLP vs. 5-2 Rakontur - RAK 5-0

Woke · 11-11-2015, 01:16 AM

A Piece Of My Heart

Attention grabber. Cerebral-cortex vortex
The slender gender. A gorgeous corset
A violent thief. With her enter,
she stole oxygen as a dish for dinner

Let's call her grace cause that's what she is

A demeaning bust nearly hiding completely
Artsy skin shown not quite discreetly
Holey lobes acting as pendulum swings
Hypnotizing. Exciting. Alive and so free
A certain air of power floating about
Her scent is devour, yet we have the gaping of mouth
Jaw floored. Eyes piercing her soul
She can sense our thoughts; 'undressing a whore'

We think in unison, imagination afoot,
However, she really doesn't mind it at all
The attention gives her a sense of joy bout her looks
A bit of pride in her life while unwinding a jaw

Her biter sweet nectar, sopping the air
Locking in stares, captivating lids with her hair
She's not perfect but smiles and often
With two lips too ripe, just right to blossom
Her every need is met, every desire granted
Hunger quenched sexually a la preying mantis
She sips the flow of life, draining its youth
A mature vixen angelically malicious; aloof
Closest to temptation as entering room
Devouring hearts with such aplomb
Emptying the platelet, draining of soul
This vivacious buxom consuming with ease
As man, I'm mortal and as immoral can be
She approaches slowly, as wind kisses her hair
Drawing near I slyly raise from my chair
Quickly removing metal from finger
Between Pinky and Middle is a white tan that will linger
I faintly smile as my nostrils both flair
I'm in love at first sight
Finally, my heart will play
But this game isn't affair

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11-11-2015, 01:16 AM	#5
Woke Senior Member Join Date: May 2015 Posts: 183 Battle Record: 6-4 Rep Power: 553418	A Piece Of My Heart Attention grabber. Cerebral-cortex vortex The slender gender. A gorgeous corset A violent thief. With her enter, she stole oxygen as a dish for dinner Let's call her grace cause that's what she is A demeaning bust nearly hiding completely Artsy skin shown not quite discreetly Holey lobes acting as pendulum swings Hypnotizing. Exciting. Alive and so free A certain air of power floating about Her scent is devour, yet we have the gaping of mouth Jaw floored. Eyes piercing her soul She can sense our thoughts; 'undressing a whore' We think in unison, imagination afoot, However, she really doesn't mind it at all The attention gives her a sense of joy bout her looks A bit of pride in her life while unwinding a jaw Her biter sweet nectar, sopping the air Locking in stares, captivating lids with her hair She's not perfect but smiles and often With two lips too ripe, just right to blossom Her every need is met, every desire granted Hunger quenched sexually a la preying mantis She sips the flow of life, draining its youth A mature vixen angelically malicious; aloof Closest to temptation as entering room Devouring hearts with such aplomb Emptying the platelet, draining of soul This vivacious buxom consuming with ease As man, I'm mortal and as immoral can be She approaches slowly, as wind kisses her hair Drawing near I slyly raise from my chair Quickly removing metal from finger Between Pinky and Middle is a white tan that will linger I faintly smile as my nostrils both flair I'm in love at first sight Finally, my heart will play But this game isn't affair