Sauvignon_Noir
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Dang this page is mad old!!! Geesh. Thought I'd
spruce it up a bit. Keep all of the writing on there, yes I have a
wee bit of talent.
Texan Tittilation/Letters To Date 27 June 2002 I tried to stop but I just kept on drippin So damn wet; couldn`t prevent it from slippin Body going thru convulsions Beating rapidly your pulse and- Wondering if thangs can get any better While I`m riding your dick like the Mad Hatter Got the cowboy hat along with my vest Just barely coverin that silver dollar on my breast Boots straight from Billy Bob`s Closet Spurs, wheel, and bells-mimicking an authentic composite Hat tipped so perfectly to aspect not barely seen One on holster while other briming hat`s seam Legs spread wide in a Shoulder Width Stance Yee Haw, Cowboy, this Southern Bell, got Yankee in mesmerized Trance And so we come back to the beginning where I am Straddled over your legs Riding through town while you`re coming down with the sunset... Seems as if eternity passes by between staticy visits Few and far between matted denting sessions Not quite open, yet wide with anticipation Steamy convos on Sprint; while 9 to 5 hones in Sweat beading down spinal to small Beat palpitating while muscles go into epilectic spasms Catering to bare fantasies Flexibility put to the test Bending over backwards for Lusts` own existence Composure lost somewhere between "come" and "yes" Frederick slipped, ripped, and every so sloppily gathered at foot Puckered envelopes; initiating response-ceasing pillow talk Till we meet again... Subtle words once spoken no longer utter alongthese corridors Heart not quite broken, yet the lining is shattered Secrets at time once revealed scurry from disclosure Barely recollecting time last spoken Though not just rants and raves of sort Yet,of truth, of life, of you Can`t seem to get what means most, just local lip service Question came about as to why, when, and how I loved you cause you confided in me; I respected you when you spoke of New York`s baggage; and I understood the the rememberance you had and the thoughts you desired So I believe that hurts the most Uncommunication Mistrust The unsureness of where we stood Though, you no longer have to worry... I Can dry my face Letters To Date June 5 2002 Back breakin, legs achin Can`t quite figure out What it is I got that`s makin- You feel the way You feel Do the %#&@$! You do Covering up lips- feable attempt to hold back squeals. Of pleasure, pain and ecstasy Sweatin beads, wiped away with towels Hoping you`re down for round two and three. Inexplicable; can`t even begin to say What exactly it is That`s making Fatty palpate this way Straight outta breath Cumming seconds every two Relaxed-so high While gettin ya` off with this Meth. Tendin to your head, Trying to keep that Sweet cream from cumming on my oral cavity Though I choose to provoke instead.... A decidant exposure to an aloof position Fighting me off when there is no acquisition Attempting to deny the inevitable Babydoll, it`s no use; this is Sauvignon The mere sight of my lips make you grovel Submissive to my aroma; incoherent in my presence Bones-a-shattering, teeth-a-chattering No way to turn; nowhere to go, your only option is to consent Stop while you`re ahead, don`t make it anymore difficult on yourself...Ahh, but There you go anyway Expatiating yourembarassment; Magnifying my triumph Vague efforts to ward me off are insufferable You`ll have better luck kissing your azz without bending over...unless of course you`re just that pliable The slightest whisper erects your sole being and physical stature And yet the faintest touch makes you want to cream, and holla, `SAUVIGNON NOIR!!` Heh, heh, this I know Papi, cause it`s all about me I am running this show, rocking this outfit, and keeping your head turned in my direction My confidence is not conciet, please do not mistake me Feable man Only convinced that without me, you cannot be I am the raye in your eyeswhenyouwake, the twilight when your head you lay, the reason why you breathe The bud in your taste that likes your eggs sunny side up, and that loves your steak medium well The answer you can`t seem to find, and for life; the meaning you never will A puzzle not meant to be solved, A rhyme that doesn`t seem to verse Staring at you with my bedroom eyes, you shutter at the very thought of my next move on you, yet anticipate it nonethless Allow me to alleviate your disposition And from your anxieties I do ask you to refrain Just let Nature take her course, and Sauvignon, your pysche attain Letters To Date...10 April 02 Slithering tips along inside of my thigh Leading trail of Sensuality while I quiver inside Sending messages worth much more than credit taken Footin` two steps greater that inital intention Can`t say `yes` though body screamed so from door Whispering `no`, knowing full well what you came here for Azz down, face up teasing you from behind Gently satisfying your body-while I`m phucking your mind Wanting you to stay close; though for moments at a time You stick around till first wake-then bounce at the drop of a dime Sparatic d**k check-ins for sessions that turn-out Laying it right-stuck without a doubt I figure a debate going on in Young Hova Strung out Iknow, gotyou busting like shaken soda It`s all good when I sex and softly I kill But, if bubbles, cream, and `warms to the touch` won`t keep you around...then what will? Whoa, whoa! What`s up boo? Saw you from afar In that gentleman-like sway Caught my eye-tainted my heart At first glance-luv, you had me speechless- Knew not what to say And here I am approaching God`s gift to me-but anyway. Enough about how you making me feel-tell me, Prince. What can This do for you? Oh word? Really, interesting if I myself say Noticing your starrygaze This Dyme gotahold of the best of you too. I see bags in your hands, going somewhere? Well,how`s about you make a minor detour Come to my spot, burn you a lil` somethin` Peeping at the big watch on the wall I say it`s about that time Spread eagle entreeand mad convo we can share Oops...have I gone too far? Approached you too bold? Your eyes wide in awe I see Desperations attempt, I assure you not- Peepin you walk through this here-Papi you had me sold Couldn`t say "no", dare not to walk away Wanted a little more than to exchange- a number or two Wanted to give you a reason to stay, Other than beauty to call So fill me in Sweetness-what do you say? An offer you can`t refuse, huh? Well, I`m honored to oblige. Ecstatic you accepted, elated to have your company So tell me a little about you And please don`t lie Could care less of you haves and nots Disiniterested in materiality I want to know what makes you tick What prompts your tears, your needs and wants If you haven`t figured already You`re in for the ride of your life Oh yeah? Well, you haven`t seen nuthin yet I hope you`re not offended by my forwardness- You seem a little shy I hope wherever it was you had to go-won`t notice you`ve been gone- Oh, you don`t care? Cool Damn, sweetheart-I lost myself with you... By the way...they call me Sauvignon. Yes, Nygga, I am talking to you While I`m gone, I hope you enjoy yourself to the fullest A little snack to ease the pang Hold you over till I get home Full-knowing she can`t do what Sauvignon does-won`t leave ya polished When my head`s turned you do what you gotta do Just don`t expect to give me a welcome back dyck-down Take the bytch you met on another planet Can`t deny it-cause this evidence states all proof Trying to keep shyt underwraps Mutherpucker, I get too much love from fam Thinking I wouldn`t find out All you`re doing is playing ya`self You just lost the best shyt you ever had. Take the bytch that gave you her cold I am trying to walk with you, keep my man warm And dare ask-why you listening to my convo? Nygga phuckyou! Take the bytch who hates on me 24/7 She wants to be me She wants to have what Sauvignon has, go where Sauvignon goes Take the Freak where Sauvignon takes Him Take the bytch I saw at the club talking to you eyeing me Trying to be slick when she sees me gettin in ride Waitin for me to pull off Oh! I bet her dumbazz didn`t see me see her going into your building Take the bytch you tell: don`t let size fool you girl Bet you didn`t think I heard that shyt No reason to tell that to anyone but me Why do you even bother? You know I am the only one who makes your toes curl Caught your azz off guard didn`t I?Why you suttering? Lookslike the bed isn`t the only place I leave your azz incoherent It`s cool though I`ll go lay my shyt down elsewhere where it isn`t worried about having other eggs being cracked So take that Bytch and go have your fun But while you`re pounding and slapping, thinking your dyk is gonna fall off Realize how good This is and that`s why you won`t cumm Oh, you see your mistake now I left, made a switch see me happy, kissing another, pleasing him, making It shiver. Spending cash, looking hot, more beautiful than ever Itching to ask for some time alone, wanting me to grant one wish... But I`ll be busy getting dyk-ed down- So take that Bytch! Quiet Sex Seeping, dripping, soaking satin-second-skin Beneath our sweat concave breathing; overshadowed by passion Hush T`was the night before the work week And all thru the walls Two lovers were stirring Thrusts of silence echo thru-out the square Face mushed in pillow Maximus waxed behind First arm `V`ed buttery brown While other cradling arroused arched bossom Sweet cries left unfaltered overwhelmed by cupped palms over Fatty`s cousin Gotta keep neighboring slumbers from rising As the falling of climax never seems to reach An earshot away from town`s cryer Though not giving the least bit of apparence Deafening silence fills the room as our bodies are emptied Devoid of surrounding presence Piece Speak unto lively sorts Give amongst those which never ask, yet always seem to love To thee I hold a favor of time Shown not between; without lore to pass by Uncapable of discernment-this I may tell Yet, conceiveable mind passages travel Through; without meaning or words Given to me to gabble and tape in past to pictures Meant a thousand times more worth than history gave Her credit for Metaphorically portrayed to disallow the trained eye to compensate For its own true misgivings Insolent one! Why bother, and dost thou givist even an ear to my utterance? Of course not Yet seems to you though, She guises on paper well. Perplexed-austere thought of variations Dime spent for a penny lost on dead creation Cruel schemes; dueling o friends (18) |
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