the girl from china

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my smoke amber'd fingertips glide across your cheek and softly tuck your stray hair behind your ear and your lips part to reveal a set of coffee stained teeth much lighter than your tawny window to the mind, kept so delicately averted

its understood that if we dont look each other in the eye
it seems like less of a lie
 
my first poem in months, written on the spot, literally five minutes prior to posting

about my latest relationship that i ended on thursday
 
well when i read it, its a pretty ginsbergian delivery in that the three line chunk is said all in one breath and kind of rushed, like how thoughts are blurred in intimate moments
 
yeah, it's great the way it is, i haven't been exposed to too much of that style of writing though so it felt a little weird for me, but that's just me.
 
also, this one is considerably less angry than the last poem i wrote after a break up (different relationship):

variations on fucking
on top
I am in control
Bittersweet irony
It doesn’t seem like a fair trade
I own your cunt
You own my heart

Going slow, smooth, gentle
Its big, or so you tell me
You always need to adjust
Before I bang the shit out of you
I always end hard
I’d like to start hard too

I grab you, throw you, slam you
Up against the wall
I like it when you scream
I don’t care if its “fuck me” or “I love you”
I always have to beat it out of you anyway
I tell you to beg for it or I’ll stop
And I wonder if you know that I really wouldn’t

Probably not
The look in your eyes
Is one of complete rapt attention
The lust behind the half-liRAB burns thru
The grimaces of pleasure that wrack your muscles,
The eyes closed, neck arched, mouth open moan
Tells me that all you feel
Is my hard
Imposing will

That’s why I always want to fuck
After a fight
After you burn my trust
After some off-handed neglect
So I can work out the anger
And feel some control
Sliding in and out of you

On the bottom
I feel like one lucky bastard
And my history of low self-esteem
Makes it slightly guilty
Who am I
To have a girl
So beautiful
So flawless
So innocent
So sweetly grinding hips with my saliva on your lips and the taste of our love in our kiss and I’ll reach up and play with your tits as my cock slides up and gives you shaking fits and I look into your eyes and know everything’s all right
But then I glance down
To our joined groin
Really an ugly sight
Not that beautiful
Or pristine
You’re doing that to me?
It’s sad that I’m no good
Cause your love don’t feel like it should
I loose respect for you
At least it makes it easier
To fuck you till you’re blue

Behind you
Fucking like animals
I can tell it gets you off
And I don’t even have to see your face
I can just imagine
I’m fucking a whore doggystyle
Or that my true love has just turned
Her back on me
Could be both
Could be either
Probably neither

When you’re on your knees
That’s the best
You look so good
Those eyes wide
With vulnerability
And those lips
Around my cock
I slide down your throat
And a few tears leak
And make the run down your face
Staining your make up
Is this the only way
I can get you to cry over me?

By myself
I jerk off
And always think about fucking other women.



fuck that swear filter
 
i really need to go to some poetry readings but there barely anything of the sort around here


that second poem was pretty strange, i haven't seen anything of yours that's similar. good, but in a strange way
 
Liked the first a lot, although the "cofee stained teeth" line irks me (it just makes me picture people with bad breath etc), the second was a little long and too much explicit imagery, although i did lmao at "i bang the **** out of you".

Good work overall.
 
yea, she did give a good bj but made a face every time i came in her mouth

the 2nd one was written mainly as a catharsis for my frustration
 
lmao. Kitsch, you're funny without even realising or trying to be.



This part was the most affecting/poignant, imo. It's almost too much with the imagery and stuff (or maybe i'm just not used to it), but it's great.
 
i did smirk a little while typing that post.

i like that part too.

i feel that a lot of emotions can crop up during sex, esp if theyre negative ones. it creates such a contrast in that youre participating in an activity that is supposed to be loving and compassionate but feeling disconnected inspires a unique feeling of discontent directed both inward and outward. i was trying to be as honest as possible, editing nothing. people edit too much, esp when it comes to sex.
 
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