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TBI Poetry

 

There is POWER in poetry ....

 

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Busted!
 

My shackles have weakened
this Poem marks the end

It’s over, yes, I'm afraid its true

This poem is the last one about you

my heart belongs to me again
I don't even desire to be your friend
I no longer give a  care about who or what you do

My body is no longer available to you

why? did you think I was stupid?
when love you was all I ever did
Now I know the truth about why I couldn't tell
all the others, I wasn't the only one, oh well

You were good at your game
but you've lost now, Loser! just the same
you were good at covering your mistakes
but your ass is busted now, I see you are a fake

Julie showed me accidentally that day
you are shit to me now, that is all I will say
she posted the comment on your profile wall
she wanted you to give her a call

typical guy, but never will I cry
while you leave, I won’t even bother to wave good bye
Its over, You limp dicked bitch, so whatcha gonna do?
Oh, I've got one more thing to say, “Hey asshole! fuck You!”

 

 

The Dream
 

Lying all alone here
wishing that you were near


my body throbbing with desire
anticipation increasing the fire


can this fire be quenched?
I can't take it my body is drenched


no fingers allowed inside
only you when I get to ride


wildly and furiously
videotaped for us to see


bound, blindfolded and only for you
you have control, do what you want to


the way our bodies feel inside
when you enter my body it opens wide


feeling you enter me,
I want to know, I want to see


you slide it in and out
feels so good I scream then cry out  


I wonder if this is real
the way my body is starting to feel


I wake up alone in my bed
the dreams are always playing in my head


Will they ever come true?
Well, I believe that is up to you.

For A sexy Man

 

I look into your eyes so deep

your photo keeps me awake

no! I don’t want to go to sleep

My body, I want you to take

 

I think about you all the time

My thoughts are never hazy

my family thinks I’ve lost my mind

they tell me that I’m crazy

 

to talk so much about someone

that I’ve never really met

they joke around and have their fun

at my expense, yeah, you bet

 

but I don’t care what people say

or what they think I should do

Because all of their voices fade away

when I look at my picture of you

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