The Shower

She stepped into the shower with a kiss,
n' their robes fell down, down from their hips,
with a burning sensation that drew 'em closer,
a silent mischief that couldn't wait no longer.
He stole the wetness of her lips,
as she swiftly returned the bliss,
away from the concerns of the world,
they grew stronger with those eternal tricks.
He rubbed the lotion with his hands,
the pleasure she gets, she couldn't withstand,
and they broke into a storm, oh that craze,
unable to stop themselves, with nowhere to land.
In his arms she gasped for air in his face,
and he moved gentle with a subtle pace,
lost they were, blood rushed through their veins,
as the water settled down, only the sweat remained.
The peak was no far, when she held him tight,
and he kissed her, her eyes so bright,
her thighs alleviated, his pace slowed down,
and they remained side by side, with that satisfied sight. 

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Like a bird flying under the blue dome,
a ship fighting with waves on a storm,
play with your thoughts, let them burst out insane,
scream out your infidelity, burn down your home.

boy, you gotta kill tonight ruthless,
take them down in rage, murdered they unless,
slip out of the cloak, tore it down,
down to the last piece, naked be you, rest they useless.

Look at your hands, they are sore,
your voice shrieking out, that of a whore,
feels like a lifetime since you bathed last,
dive in - search out, something real that you never wore.

There's a beast in the city tonight,
but no one's worried, nobody tries to hide,
they have made him suffer a lot,
they know - this is the day - they have to die!

Kill, kill tonight!
perception be your sight,
walk through the fields of deception,
walk into the rain, on a strange drive.

And there shall be a new day born,
a different smell, a new dawn,
a new start to a tired bloke,
who enjoyed a feast, who murdered a lot!

Let me make a wish tonight,
n' I'll be on my own, I'll be alright,
a wish to the girl standing in blue,
a girl like the music flowing out of a flute.
Imprinted is the day I saw you first,
those silky, dark, summerwined eyes,
all I could do was to look upon and sigh.
Days passed and so did years silently,
you remained all radiant if I remember correctly,
silently you were in here all over my brain,
Oh, I was too shy to speak, I was all vain.
But then the fate turned its route around,
a chance I grabbed or I was endowed,
we became friends overnight,
how cheerful I was, like a child in a merry-go-round.
A snese of pleasant ease in such a way,
like a bright sunny morning in the month of May,
cherished your every smile to the core inside,
kept falling for you, never imagined if ever in this life.
And so is the wish of this everyday bloke not so bright,
to let you make the queen of his heart tonight,
I'll leave after the supper is over,
all I need is a  sign,
and I'll be just fine, I'll be alright.

An Early Morning Rationale..

Sense of Humor is, what I say the best quality of a human being! How well do you connect to a situation and how well do you get the funniest abstract of it!

"LIFE IS FUN"!

The thing is to entertain the mob!

And the mob entertains you!  The life entertains you, but generally it’s the other way round!

A special sense of humor makes it turn around.

I personally compare SOH with Mathematics!

A good maths problem requires sincere attention to the given environment.

So does your humor!

A good Listening skill helps. The more intense you listen, the more you get the idea of conversation and the more you can enjoy it!

Just like a Maths problem! The more you pay attention, the more you understand the problem, the more you get closer to solve it!

A conversation is just like a “Good-Old-Stated-Chemistry’s-Law” which needs very little revision.
What you do while talking is just read the thoughts out, printed there on your memory screen! The same we do with Chemistry!

That’s it!

Just wanted to write this.

Stupid, I know!

LATER...

A Legend That Was...

like a wasted trash he sat down there dried of glee,
thinking how much more worse his life was gonna be,
and there he picked up his guitar and plucked a string,
and a symphony shrieked with pain as if a foreboding.
heavens stood up,
with a fear uncertain,
for the lifeless had cried,
had absence of brain made it insane!
Sanity blew apart in pieces,
all his sufferings he witnessed,
a debt he owed his mother,
the night she died in his arms and whispered.


"Behold the pain my son,
let the burning suns fade before you,
you are the child of a doomed,
let the creator feel the same you".


So shall be done, he professed,
silently as the rage blew the fire,
all the worlds echoed in agony,
The Lord himself with a fear in the eye.
He played on and on and on,
till everything was dead,
every wind was dazed,
for he challenged Gods all amazed.


And then the Ghost rode down to him,
uplifted his guitar and aired,
as if He' himself was the one depressed,
He' himself mourned a mother now dead.
Like a killer He' wanted to destroy,
and a distracted soul there enjoyed,
enjoyed the glum look on Creator's face,
who played consistent, who looked scar-faced.


Fingers bled heavily,
but He' didn't stop,
human He' felt now,
what a mother means He' knew now and lifted his top.
tears began to flow down,
petrified He' was, his face utter dark,
like someone who just got disarmed,
what a symphony, when even the Gods listened to shed in a human's arms!


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For My Brothers In Arms...

Worshiping the good old rules,
how i struggled through each step and failed,
and while I pleased everyone then, disgraced,
you never shook away my friends, you never failed.
A worthless flesh i was, no one when cared,
the breath desired to fade, silently through night & days,
you made me one, proved to be my sun,
your arms my shelter, when even the sky looked away.
The belief wanted to die again,
when the trust was the apathy of an ashamed,
i confided blindly in you, my friends,
like a child hides in his mother's hands.
There were good and there were bad days,
when the nights looked darker than the black-holes ever framed,
Heaven was silent and all was in Hell,
like a savoir you stood up and all was well.
And so i declare the word now,
indifferent to this world paranormal anyhow,
where faith lies under the soil and graves,
you will be my heroes - my friends - my only comrades

Beauty With The Beast

She groans and she moans with the spanking on her ass,
as she helps me through it and let my johnson pass.
And she licks and she flicks, when I'm not around,
Thank mighty Satan, that got her knees on the ground.
Slithering into the wild, is a man's wild desire,
her booty so designed, sets the ice on fire.
Lying down in the sheets, she intends to play all night long,
her lips on my crotch, down where she belongs.
The undressing she goes through, her beauty owns the world,
the pleasure of licking her tits, none could have ever heard.
Sinking into the wild, where the fluids do exchange,
her sultry and slutty eyes get ready to bear the damage.
And so I stop, when the play is all done,
while she continues to moan hungry, like she could swallow a ton.
Leaving her pleased, i get on my feet,
and she lies naked, such is the Beauty with the Beast!