Two fingers, two minutes, too loud, sssh!! Quiet dear, they'll hear they've been waiting near the windows to satisfy themselves with your moans, let them be savoured by the silence, two fingers, two strokes, two intervals, let's repeat, spit on those fingers, feel it in, lies with the wet space between the trembling legs, the thighs, with stretch marks, your lips are shivering your eyes, those teeth crippling, is it making you cold, grabbing my shirt, holding my neck, biting my chest, hold on the elixir is about to ooze out of the divine slithered, with shaved beauty, two fingers, they slingers, and the nails cut, that is why you keep yours long, so you can ask for a favour of mine, your savoured taste is my favorite, and so is mine yours, why deny the satisfaction, just relaxation of the muscle, soft and slimy, you can stop shaking now, or you can't?

I was sitting near the window enjoying the passing buildings earphones playing indie songs just to match my feelings. Don't know what caused me to lay eyes on the other side, but as I did I saw a beautiful lady with beauty i can't define. Her eyes was rolling in search of seat maybe she's just exhausted from the heat, gave her a signal that she can take my seat but I was sure I wasn't trying to hit on her. She catched my eyes and came near, I smiled at her and stood up. She thanked me with her cute voice more cute than any voice I've ever heard. Well I'd say luck was surely finding me special, the one who seat beside her was vacant now too. But my stop was just a minute away. Something in my head popped up to say that maybe I could stay. I sat beside her a guilt caught me when I saw my stop passed by she took a glance at me with her round spectacles over her beautiful eyes. Nice glasses I said, she said thanks yours too, Isn't it same? Yours and mine, she said with her eye brows raised looked at her glasses and said yeah, we both smile. I had a bit of conversation getting to know her until after a while got a message, it was one of my friends (Where are you man?) (Damn! forgot/passed my stop) As was ready to get off at the next stop she stood up too. We both got off. She asked me "You live here?" *Looked where actually was (I've never been to this place) I said, I'm just visiting friends. She then wave bye as I watched her getting vanished artist the moving cars. Well my phone rang and friends were cursing me for being late. I gave them my usual reply 'I'm going man '. On my way and my friends would say as they usually do, you've been saying that for the last hour, hurry up man! *Hopped onto the bus. Looked outside the window. Put on my earphones and the same indie song Hoping to meet her some day long. Note: To be continued

She breaks the silence of the night with her moan feeling this sensation of love she always had known to the core she had thrown her body and her heart .................................................. He grabs her thighs and makes her careful he worship lust but for love is grateful the brushing off of lips the intimidate holding of hands sliding fingers between the spaces clasping the palms hickeys on the necks pulling hair and biting ears ______________________________

Let me into your heart I promise I will break you into pieces Make you feel love like it's poison that you get addicted to Makes you worse but still crave for it. Lost in the essence for the poison to be in your heart. Let me play with those emotions Don't be secure nothing's in caution

She scratches my skin, leaving marks, Like some wild cat got over me, Her ring slips off, the one that her ex gave her, She loses herself in me trying to erase the memories, Lust is surely a cure for bad moments given by love, but she is not doing this for pleasure, She's doing it for the pain, it doesn't matter what others judgement on her is, No one was there when she was heart broken So why they judge when she trying to do what she wants, she stays numb after a while, She whispers into my ear, "Do Not Stop!" I said nothing and soaked the pain in my arms, Never really lost my virginity, I am just a masochist satisfying Others with my innate skills to perform Quiver movements with the flicker of fingers, and is enough for the pain and pleasure to suave through the soul, to be free for once, just once.

Bored with the simplicity of this heart that knows nothing but hurt and pain anguished upon that drunken memory that still didn't get out after throwing all out puking on the floor, rumbling fingers that tried reaching the door but failed and before anyone was there to help open the heart closed forever wished to make the last moment a reunion between my past soul of blended love and lust, that aroma of that naked body that masterpiece, should have had the privilege of that last kiss, oh god.

The symphonies of her moans and whispers aligned with the fidgeting fingers and her trembling thighs, marked red with my palms and fingers The hair tied, now is stranded, messed all in front of her red sweaty face, eyes soaked with tears, lips trembling, tongue bit, shutting off her eyes, tears oozing Her soft skin smelt like flora from an exotic forest She knows she's a masochist and she wraps herself with a human blanket trying to warm her cold soul.