#1
The boys, they lie.
And the girls…
they do too.

This diversion is promiscuous
and a licentious generation is left
unclothed.
The boys, the ones that lie,
the ones that shame,
the one sustain,
aggravate this growing tension.
A whimper, a whine, a cry emits from your lips.
But this heat is too compelling,
propelling us to
come.
The girls, the ones that lie,
the ones that need, the ones that breathe
alleviate this pressure and
the perspiration seeps through our clothes.
This tangled throng sways,
played in a game of tug-o-
war.
The kids, the ones that lie,
the ones of lust,
the ones like us,
require heavy metaphors to
write images of this nature, of this indistinct instinct,



of this climax.

I can feel you

from a mile away.
You punched the highlights out of her hair. YOU PUNCHED THE HIGHLIGHTS OUT OF HER HAIR!!!
#3
Quote by ali.guitarkid7
Ardent as ****. Really enjoyed that.


Well, thanks! You have anything of your posted that I could read?
You punched the highlights out of her hair. YOU PUNCHED THE HIGHLIGHTS OUT OF HER HAIR!!!
#5
I loved this. "the one sustain" is unclear for me, though. Maybe it's just too early for me to be thinking properly.
the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn


#6
Quote by Cobrevolution
I loved this. "the one sustain" is unclear for me, though. Maybe it's just too early for me to be thinking properly.


Many thanks to you as well.

Concerning the one sustain line: it'll come to you.

Pun completely intended.
You punched the highlights out of her hair. YOU PUNCHED THE HIGHLIGHTS OUT OF HER HAIR!!!