Arise, awake and stimulate

Arise, awake and stimulate

A Poem by Anya

 

 

 

 

Small, simple, secure price

I paid for you and one good night

I kissed the lips of every size

And every shape, between your thighs

Perhaps the sun forgot to rise…

 

 

 

Arise, awake and stimulate,

passions that were bribed by purse

the day is come, and I regret

what I lost to your roulette

the diamonds that I am in debt

 

 

 

I am not afraid of death

The bleeding, the f*****g, and fighting

But I am forever petrified

By what I feel, when intertwined

A w***e with emotions, I cant find

 

 

 

You cut me with your pretty words

Blood, scabs, immortal wound

You are my drug, my angel shine

Temptress, wearing gems divine

Between ur legs, a gold mine

 

 

 

Would u be my lil c**t

And satisfy a thousand f***s

If I payed the price of luv

And a couple hundred bucks

 

 

 

Wud u rape my mind, unprotected

Penetrate its private places

Deflower the virginity of my logic

Stain the thots with ur cum traces

 

 

 

Temptress, tell me; what is love

That is doomed to be unreturned.

And what is sanity of the mind,

That is cursed and disturbed

 

 

 

And what is life

In my hands

A hope that forms

But never stands

 

© 2011 Anya


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damn, this is actually really, really good. what a great description...
I love these lines:

I kissed the lips of every size
And every shape, between your thighs
Perhaps the sun forgot to rise…

Arise, awake and stimulate

Posted 13 Years Ago


Jarrai isa penis lol

Posted 14 Years Ago


Not a bad poem, but for Gods sake, use correct spelling, this is supposed to be a poem, not an AIM conversation!!!! Other than that, this poem has a lot of potential and well, despite the horrid spelling, I liked it.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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