Filthy
He Is...
6’5, breaded and tattooed with a soft side. He gets me. He’s for me. Never misses a chance to make me smile. He will open up to me when life gets too heavy on his heart. He doesn’t have to love all art but he can show appreciation for it, especially mine. He will always take the opportunity to touch my skin. Gives me kisses in passing. He will support me in every way even the ones he doesn’t understand. He will give me my space to be alone and stay quiet. He will have joy and control of his temper. And when he can’t he will recognize that he needs to take a breather and walk away. He is warmth on the coldest of days. He's built like a modern god with a dick that fills me completely . He makes love to me and fuxks me like a savage. Wanting to hurt me and fill me with ecstasy with every stroke. He has his own life under control and his own path laid before him. He can give advice as well as receive it. He is kind, generous and humble. He is honest, but never cruel. He is a king among men and loves to travel to show this. He doesn’t smoke and drinks to living the moment a bit. He has his hobbies and interests. He has a circle of friends that adores him and nothing will be more important to him than God and then me. He will be a family man that believes in big moments with the family and small moments with me. Will randomly call me up and want to go to discount Tuesday at the movies. We can catch a fancy dinner and a quick homely one. He is luxury. Fridays is not to good for him. He will love to take me to the zoo and downtown. He is grateful and will share his love unconditionally with me. He is a hopeless romantic, with a wicked sense of humor and a beautiful smile. He is Love...
By LiciaEmber2 years ago in Poets
No Lesson Here. Content Warning.
Jack and Jill went up the hill, They fucked like crazy up at the top. Jill cried and moaned to have Jack not stop. The fucked for hours and then tumbled down. At the bottom they fucked for another solid round. Then Jill had loudly cried out loud. For fuck sake I forgotten my pill. At which point Jack caught a chill. He grabbed the bucket that lay beside him, Poured out the water at which point seemed grim. Jill rolled over and threw Jack a glance, Just as she was struck by the bucket like a Lance. Stunned and bleeding Jill looked in shock, Then Jack whipped out his pistol like glock. Unloaded his clip in Jill's unfortunate crown. Saying to himself “ she should've gone down” Then stunned was Jack as reality set in. For he knew he had completed a deadly sin. Fuck it to himself he had said. Reloading the glock and shot himself dead.
By Vinn Black2 years ago in Poets
