sexyangel's blog: "POETRY"

Love is morbid and stressful Sex is humorous, kinky and easy. Sex is something upbeat Love is plummeting down Love is larger than life Sex is life itself. Sex is like saving money Love is like spending money. Love is a game of hide and seek Sex is a game with many positions. Sex is exchanging energy Love is wasting it. Love is hell on earth Sex is heaven on earth. Love is sleepless nights Sex is sweet dreams. Sex is a torrid interlude Love is the chill of the wind. Love is a narcotic dependence Sex is detoxification. Love is Spartan and redundant Sex is simple and quintessential. Love is commitment and chastity Sex is friendship and re miniscene.

I woke up this morning and my greatest fear come true, The sky was black when it should have been blue, Why did the sun not rise from the east, I got dressed so I could talk with the priest. I threw on my clothes and put on my shoes, I dashed to my car with no time to lose, I drove down the street with such a velocity, Fearing that Satan had caused this atrocity. I parked at the church and ran in the door, I could not find the Father but I heard a loud snore, I followed the sound to the second row pew, And I awoke the Father and said what I knew. He looked at me with such long stare, Then he opened his Bible and said short prayer, He stood me up then told me to walk, Thats when he stopped and pointed to the clock. The reason he said the sun does not shine, Because the clock still reads two thirty-nine, Embarrassed and ashamed I went home and laid in my bed, Thats when I noticed the clock batteries were dead.

A hug is a kiss A kiss is a lick A lick is a suck A suck is a fuck! Wanna hug? ?

a birth a glance a look a kiss a touch a fuck a love a hate a hello a goodbye a death

Hey, don't knock masturbation! It's sex with someone I love. Sex stops when you pull up your pants, Love never lets you go. Sex. In America an obsession. In other parts of the world a fact. Sex is a short cut to everything. Sex is not imaginary, but it is not quite real either. Sex is one of the nine reasons for reincarnation. The other eight are unimportant.

There is a fire within us.. that only needs a touch to bring forth flame. Passion ignites... when I hear you whisper my name. My body shivers... oh... but not from cold... but from the sweet anticipation... of a desire that never seems to grow old. I lay my head upon your chest.. kiss your skin softly. breathing the manly scent of you Intoxicating you like fine wine... making your senses whirl... Your hands... are softly caressing my back... making me melt... yet every nerve is tingling... with the need of you. You gently lift me up and softly kiss my forehead Sending chills all down my spine Can't wait the anticipation... Softly kiss up your body gently caress our lips... My body fills with excitement and anticipation Hands roaming each others bodies Filling the silkiness of your skin My heart starts pounding from pleasure As your fingers run over my treasures Gently sliding the key in as you begin to turn Gently stroking my body OHHHH MY GOD is all I could whisper... Our passion increases... Our souls ignited... You lower down and kiss me passionately and I know I am in Heaven For I saw the flames burning in your eyes.

I HAVE FALLEN FROM THE SKY FALLEN TO THE GROUND I AM THE ANGEL OF SADNESS ANGEL OF LOST HOPES ANGEL OF LOST DREAMS I AM THE FALLEN ANGEL FEAR ME NOT I AM HERE FOR A REASON THAT REASON IS TO HAVE A SECOND CHANCE IN LIFE THAT LIFE I WAS GIVEN FOR A REASON THEY TOOK MY WINGS THEY TOOK ME APART AND MADE ME HUMAN I WAS THE FALLEN ANGEL BUT THAT FALLEN ANGEL HAD ONE CHANCE IN LIFE THAT SHE WAS GIVEN THIS ANGEL WON'T MAKE THE SAME MISTAKE THAT SHE MADE BEFORE THIS ANGEL WILL GO DOWN THE RIGHT PATH THAT HAS BEEN CHOSEN FOR HER THIS FALLEN ANGEL KNOWS WHAT SHE HAS TO DO TO BE FORGIVEN

THE FIRE I HAVE SO DEEP INSIDE IS A PASSION OF WHICH I WRITE AND TO YOU I DO AND WILL CONFIDE WHETHER SEEN AS WRONG OR RIGHT MY FEELINGS I SIMPLY CANNOT HIDE AS I JOURNEY THROUGH THE NIGHT IT DOESN'T MATTER DARK OR LIGHT I SIMPLY STOP AND WRITE AND THEN TO YOU I DO CONVEY MY LIGHTER SIDE TO WORDS OF PLAY MY DARKER THOUGHTS THROUGH WORDS OF PAIN I SIMPLY CAN'T REFRAIN SO LAUGH OR CRY,ONE CAN'T DENY IT MATTERS NOT YOU SEE FOR IF YOU TAKE THE JOURNEY YOU CAN SET YOUR SPIRIT FREE SO TO THAT END I INVITE YOU TO READ THE PROSE UPON THESE PAGES JUST LET THEM IN THEN SET THEM FREE TO FLOAT ACROSS THE AGES 12:24 AM - 0 Comments - 0 Kudos - Add Comment - Edit - Remove

I woke up this morning and my greatest fear come true, The sky was black when it should have been blue, Why did the sun not rise from the east, I got dressed so I could talk with the priest. I threw on my clothes and put on my shoes, I dashed to my car with no time to lose, I drove down the street with such a velocity, Fearing that Satan had caused this atrocity. I parked at the church and ran in the door, I could not find the Father but I heard a loud snore, I followed the sound to the second row pew, And I awoke the Father and said what I knew. He looked at me with such long stare, Then he opened his Bible and said short prayer, He stood me up then told me to walk, Thats when he stopped and pointed to the clock. The reason he said the sun does not shine, Because the clock still reads two thirty-nine, Embarrassed and ashamed I went home and laid in my bed, Thats when I noticed the clock batteries were dead