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Copyright






Copyright © 2018 by Julio Carlos

ISBN: 9781370675012

Publisher: Smashwords, Inc’





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Dedication






To my Little Goddess.






Table of Contents


Copyright

Dedication

Some words from the author

‘’


Lighting fires

I put dead,

ravishing a mind

where there's nothing left,

constructing a dust-made realm

inside a soul

that too much has left.


‘’


Eat,

break

feel,

taste.

My wet tongue on your skin

crave.


Contort,

moan

shake,

move yourself

to pleasure obey.

‘’


Reflections of you yeast my mind.

Dreams of sinners

lurk my nights.

Requests of nudity

seem to be fine.

To fill your insides

and have you as mine.

‘’


Impulses.

Soon-to-be mistakes.

‘’


If the world crumbles,

I wish

to see it fall by your side,

kissing in the wake of the aftermath.

‘’


Innocent eyes

hide beasts,

hungry

that lurk

wait,

to my breaths feast.

‘’


Evoke hells upon me

to unguard myself

from draining your flows.


My darkest demons summon.

Awake.

So I make you shake,

satisfied face,

smiles and quivers

while I drink your rivers.

‘’


Conversations in muteness

attempts of explaining

what isn't understood.


To you, to you

I reveal parts of me

that doubtfully I knew.

Aself broken anew

trying to mend in pleasures

and feelings impure.

‘’


Dreaming

letting myself go

losing my soul

in your eyes.


Lips, nightmare.

I want... Them!

Beauty defying.

Give me a way

To your mind explain,

as you inspire me

leaving my heat,

intense.

‘’


Tiredness

form heat exchanges

watery lips

sitting in dry mouths.

Tongues that creep

in ass cheeks,

sweaty smell of thee

tasteful parts to eat.

Insanity.

Dead pulse nourishment


Flowerless lips

touch

in soft pretend wantings,

a kiss,

shivers down the spine

travels.

To be completed


There is something missing.

A Fuck to give.

Weakness.

A heart's door beats,

creeps.

Ignored

as lessons of love weep.









Deliveries of some sort of love


A hand,

caress

on you,,

for smiles, no less.


A hand,

holds you,

close to distress,

close to.


Inside,

or out,

out of you, making a mess.

Normal eyes in the dark


Blind.

Hearings mine,

of your seductive

with myself busy voice.

Stops, slurps,

teasings.

My begging laughters

of unfelt pleasures toned.

Nothing alike before.

To Cuculand


'You won't cum today'.

Tortureful hands,

slop.

Eternal drive-throughs

to Cuculand,

insanity gifted

accountable timeless minutes,

desperation on my pleads

unwanted wish,

of graces given

by mouths sucky.

Payback of treaties given even.



Point to insane


Giveth to insanity me.

Again.

for moments,

to feel hell, heaven

misunderstandings,

grace, misery,

peace.


Giveth to Insanity!

Me.

Shizukete


Render yourself

to nothingness euphoria,

drink,

drug yourself in it's mystery.

Let yourself be.

Nye


Do I...

Want to know?

To feel,

taste...

the past

in the illusion I'd last,

for the first time,

when I ought

to myself outcast?


Want to go back

To those left,

as ask,

forgiveness, patience, strength

at last,

and show tenderness of sides,

the smoothest of hearts?

Do I?

Nye.

Have me! At last.


Understand my body

and have my mind.

About my soul, don't ask.

Kept tight

in a shattered flask

for my heart doesn't mention

a quick response,

for questions that don't last.

My favourite kind of pain


Short claws

tearing away my skin,

bruises to wish

marks of lavish....

Your legs

on the sides of my face,

gentle quakes

felt while crushed

I miss...


To have you again,

I wish.

‘’


Be reborn...

barely alive in your kiss,

in eras where apathy rules

and vanity creeps.


Alive,

shortly,

in your arms...

... in bliss.





‘’


I want you

in ways

that my tongue

doesn’t allow me to describe.

‘’


Sloppy sounds

dripping intentions in lips

wetness meet

rough,

possessive hands.

‘’


Will we burn?

In our own hell

where fires of our sweaty bodies

craft the so forbidden paradise.


Do we care about

what they say

if they judge us

based on their own lies?

‘’


Nights erode time

spent awake

with you in my mind,

bent towards me

that ass, those anxious pussy lips.

My rod trembles

expectant.

Intensity of flames dim


In memory

my muscles twitch,

by memory

my breath flees.

Asking in silence,

'Is my touch by you missed?'

‘’


I wouldn't have given you

my body,

if you didn't conquer my mind.

I wouldn't show you

my weakness,

if you didn't enter my heart.

Carcerer


Queen of lunacy,

Possessor of time.

Seducer, Teaser,

Torturer of mine.

‘’


If I was

Who I was,

once I were,

for you I'd fall.




‘’


The image...

the memories that I want

to repeat in time.

Strokes of a sucking mouth

slowly indulging

tastes that flow from ducts mine.

‘’


Sleeping beauty

naughty cutie

that says that’s an angel

but commits acts that gods

repudiate.

‘’


Precious prisoner,

delicate lamb of mine.

Naughty girl skills


A oh so daring no

as smiles

your hidden intentions dress,

on vagueness

upon words of ‘I'll think abouts’

interest

shown as a naughty girl's skirt,

shades of skin

seen in ways

oh, so brief.


‘’


You have ripped morals out of me.

Maturity.

‘’


Moan on my ears loud, purposefully

to make me cum inside.

Yes. Please my darl.



‘’


On top of it.

Lay.

Lubricate.

Awake.

By your weight suffocate.







‘’


Bend slowly,

put your pussy on my face.

I’ll eat it

ravish it like ever before,

I miss it.

Addicted.







‘’


Misbehave!

Please give me a reason

to tie you, and punish,

with grace.







‘’


Thought romances

in summer nights,

where to bond

how to tie.

Jazz.









‘’


Expectations adorn

awaitings lay,

blinding dark

you do it better without light.







‘’


Don’t think about it

too much,

this isn’t right.

We know.

But, it’s life.









‘’


Intentions provocative,

slow moving fingers

pass around... your skin...

crazy.



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