She -- Femme Fatale

She -- femme fatale. The ruggish i am.
Life aint no mess thou' so sluggish goddamn!
Amnesty, her fairy... more pathetic than sham
brings me damn nothing but ecstasy o' mayhem
Narcotic, her love... more dodgy than spam
We taking it in, and it killing us men
She be X-Drug. And i smoke crstal's meth
More dangerous than weed, her love's e-scam
Cheese beer & hookah, peanut butter jam
She shares her secrets. I ain't give a damn
When she's so drunk, she forgets, she's woman
I ain't drink ye shit, but she wonders: "Who i am?"
Her love's coacine, so the druggiest i am
Addicted to something that had me so slammed
Martini, i drink... saying thank you to "Ma`am"
Her breath is so mortal. She's daughter of "Nam"
Vietnami that mami lives in Amesterdam
Romania her love. Born in Cornado Island.
So succulent & sappy, quite menthol and cam
She -- femme fatale. Her love do i scan
Intoxicated than drug brings trouble under the night o' mayhem. 

Mistaken Life

03.45pm

April/22/2017!

***

Success mistaken. We being misled

Past's forbidden. And your present ahead?

Deception to future, dark figments' it feds

Life ain't no easy, if "will-to-live" is being dead

where's your passion? Is it all fred.. ?

... like you & your life? - everything, yo instead?

Love be so mystic, already misery it bred.

Ecstasy it brings, thou' illusion came next.

Don't ya get shackled by the thoughts of your head 

Love's forbidden. Unforgotten, your lad.

None comes around when you need 'em, behead

Words from 'em mouths, they only fuck crack

Crackpot nincompoop be their DDDDDD-dad.

Betrayal real shit. Traitors, their zed. 

First they damn need you, then do forget.

Your life's mistaken. The world being misled

If life was so easy, it would never be dread.

No friends. & no foes? We'd never regret!

Fuckya damn life, you put 'em on vat!

I tell ya one story -- the story of gal

She wanted some money, oh hell, she got paid...

... the night she enslaved to the men of the graves

Grooviest, their greed with no creed, yes she pled

thou' nothing she got, but the money in bed.

Thrown at her face. At her body, so sweat. 

She-eh-Sabrina got paid; left with soul nae unsaid. 

Only tears in eyes. Dried mascara gone wettttt!

No shortcut to dough, money ain't no your lad

She trusted in money, money took her to BAB -- 

"What's eh-aa BAB?" --- the "Brothel-Ah-Bunk-bed". 

And yes, she got paid with the feelings o' regret.

Left so abundant in MOM? --- the "Memories Of Masquerade"

Money's shit can drag ya to hell -- to the canal, unwell

cos, success... mistaken so is love being misread.

The prostitution of heart be boulevard brothel in bolw-eh-rk

Strippers walk down. And creepers are glad. 

Money's bitch so is life being... misled. 

Success mistaken? -- Ah... not again! Cut the crap!

***

Still A Flower

Something missing, and something lost. 

Something that skipping is teasing me utmost. 

The value of ethics, yes, i'm forgotten. 

The respect that i had, may be, is rotten. 

A flower that she was's turned to piercing throne. 

Once we walked together. Today, we traveled alone. 

Because in life, 

Something's missing, and everything belost. 

Heart skipping beats, & the body lost its soul. 

Once she was hungry, & her starvation, yes i stole

Her giggles, i remember. And memories, do i recall. 

Time just...

 ...had us both lost. And it hurt us both the utmost. 

She's still a flower to me, not throne 

but how do i fumble my heart as it never listens to me, i mourn

Because in life,

Something's missing. Damn! Nothing is lost.

Love's in you, but it has its cost 

It takes your everything than giving you the most

She'll always be that flower that i kissed.. oh yes allot

But i understand,

If the flower's just wilted, you can water it again

but once it's already broken, you can never sleep on its pain. 

The pain that she had in her, never shown to me, i blur

I inadvertently broke that flower, & guess what? -- i lost her

It was I. Me. She. Her. And us together. We were...

so lost & drunk so enough to stir the spur 

But still... there was something i forgot,

may be, it was nothing or everything that, my god, i fuckin' slept on her.  

She Is The Cure

03.00pm

April/17/2017!

Title: She Is The Cure

***

Love, life in la land. 

With wars, foes and friends,

she used to live alive, but farewell thisby ends. 

"Friends With Benefits" -- yes she amends 

There's no faith, no saith, but friends 

Law defies her thoughts, she offends 

Sudden "compromise", she done, with Men's.

Suffice smokes, & hukkah with some cracks,

she used to sleep with men & take f-smacks. 

All time high and sigh on nights. 

Fuck that bae is someone's AXE

She's a fay, yae cancelled cheque 

Men torn Czech mami in Quebec. 

With triggered body, tattoos on her neck,

SHE'S THE CURE when life's wreck.

She's hot daughter of dad's friend. 

Lady of night... and so transcend.

Money's bitch so is her life 

I used to meet her on weekends

Friends with benefits, what she amends

There's no faith, no saith but friends

All night doing THINGS what law defends

She's Prague lady in vague benz... 

always... COMPROMISING with gigolo-men's.

***

Being Fooled

Life is a mess. Here I am being depressed

cos… she dubbed me creeper

but i never called her stripper.

She fucks us men so hard

We love her dang dead hard

She breaks our heart like.. what?

And we spend our life for her?

What the hell is this or that?

Love is cupid. Us all mad.

Stupid heart ain’t no our lad.

It cares for t-h-a-t trespassed lass.

Our hunger’s so high. She loves getting on high-sighs.

Her moan takes us so down

O’ yes, she spoils our crown.

We loose our image for her;

discard respect for loves

And she breaks our heart like… what?

But we dream of being loving-birds.

Our minds damn break the rules.

I see her naked in my damn pool.

We think that we so smart

But she knows what breaks our heart

She kills our vibes so hard;

tears us all like a deck of card.

She’s a queen. We, the carom board.

Damn! She rules our heart, unexplored.

Quebec Zech, she’s hot hot whore.

Money, her love. She’s less Mrs. Moore.

She breaks our heart and rules.

We aIn’t no student, but still being fooled.

Did You Miss Me?

After a very long time, i met her. She looked in my eyes, and i looked at hers. With the a very strong gush of winds, she asked if i miss her taking her eyes down to her feet. 

"You missed me?"

I was standing before her those blue eyes, and was enjoying the moment time brought to me, and said,

"Certainly, i did. More oft, i do...

whenever i'm free, & so lost in you.

What's this life? You're my hue

I touch you, my Miss. And you, then, whew.

The color of love ain't no shade of 'tis dew

Summer, my friend. Winter, lone night

Spring, my homie. The fall comes anew. 

Yes, lil' Miss, certainly, I miss you... 

whenever i'm free and so high on you. 

And she got blushed, then asked in whispers,

"How do i make you high?"

I pulled her more closer to me, and said looking deep at into her blue eyes,

***
"When i'm half naked, i imagine you overnight. 

Your eyes speak to me, & gets me on high 

Womanizer, i am. Womania, you are. 

I'm a service provider. You -- the giver, soothing star.

And you get me high... so high on your love

Your body does that to me... 

Isn't it enough to say this of all things above?"

***

And she kissed my left cheek, and said, "Those were beautiful words...thank u, my secret friend😘 for the passion you bring in words, and spark my heart-beats with such lustrous feelings. This is your passion...continue on this path. Latter that night, i gently poured her whole down into the goblet of red-wine, stirred her love in the glass, with caramel feelings, and undressed her slowly... to quench my thirst to lust. And said,"Yes, i missed you... more oft. i do eps. when i'm high... on you."

La Love

05.00am
Saturday! April/8/2017!

Title: La Love

Subtitle: Love takes time but time never takes care of love.

***

"Desire's something that longs to be known by hearts', but heart oft. fears the passion of its beats, like, what if it gets shattered into pieces, and there's none to bowl thee around."

And in 'twix that, half of us gone indulged into the venturous debauchery of lasciviousness which further has our feet so ditched into the canal of enslavement. We be nothing more than but a SOS -- the "Slave Of Sylvester" mind that already has us so lost into something, i call, Premature Immaturity.

And on this, i must certify that...

"Heart fears la love, love dreads ye time.
Winds blow to there, to where clouds reside.
Life is la mess. Pierced she -- a "piece dime".
Under the tryst of moon, she has you in time.
Time ain't no ours... not yours... nor mine
It's a fuckin' bitch that's always on ride;
takes you to cloud-nine, then tugs you in 69!
& once you're being loved, twice you being pined
cos... heart fears la love, & love dreads ye time."

Why love dreads ye time? -- It's, may be, coz...love takes time to beloved but time never takes care of it at all. Also nobody wanna loose good moments of life not ev'n "la love" itself, but sadly, the truth is, things get changed with time so do we... so does love, however, one can easily buy it in the market, perhaps, it won't be called love but something that's dubbed with "venturous debauchery of lasciviousness".

***

Love In Eclipse

10:20am

Friday! April/07/2017!

Title: Apocalyptic Love

Subtitle: Time Ain't No Ours. Love Be In Eclipse.

***

She be the flower. Petals, her lips 

Time ain’t no ours. Love be in eclipse

She had no flaws. Flawless? No bitch!

She shown true colors to the guy that she ditched!

He left abundant with memories, he sips

& missed gone days since they were kissed…

… under the moon, in the blessings o’ bliss

She was the flower, & petals, her lips. 

"Damn! Fuckya, bitch! O' fuck, what is this!"

He cursed his life on the shit that he did

He made a call to the gurl that he miss

She cut the call, & dumped on his tricks.

He was so naïve, & the naivety, thee breach

Miss was so cheap that she found anew dick!

Not sure whose fault it is in e’ yo this

Was he no naïve so was virgin his shit…

… so unknown to world, & to love that we kiss

Time ain’t no ours. Poor love be in eclipse.

***

Ain't No Hoe

11:45pm

Monday. April/3rd/2017!

Title: Ain't No Hoe

Subtitle: Money Makes You Bitch!

***

And she's home, then she's gone.

Every day & fucken night, 

she makes gigolo feel lone,

& forlorn, aye esmond.

She had this world lame, butcher bugs, bygone. 

I paid her $200 for a night. 

She got pleased paid & punished, lika fawn.

Her menthol breath got me breathless 

Seduction, her queendom. beauty, no less. 

Courtesan, her mentor. #BDSM, her trespass.

She ain't no toy, but a lady o' lass. 

Dirt belonged to men. flithy strumpet women.. 

had 'em sinner, undisguised. 

She ain't no hoe, but a weed, i smoke, overnight.

Night ain't no night without her. 

Things, without her, get blurred. 

She be the truth. I, her lie. 

Never meant to break her shell, thou' i deny. 

Being obsessed with her euphoric enigma, 

I savoured her like a goblet of wine, 

she left abundant with fine memories 

sitting lone sipping tears, blueberries 

dried lips. wet eyes... & with forsaken body.

***

Written by @shivamwrights

All Rights Reserved - Copyright © Shivam 2017

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Hot As Hell

And she's hot as hell in the dungeon of cell 

lady of hearts. freaky mama, lil' seashell 

i feedin on her nights touchin' white thighs, 

she runnin away, getting stunned and wonderin': where to hide...
from this night. i've seen her parts,
pleased us thine, victimized her crime
there's nothing to hide from 'tis vulture alive, we compromised.
and she gave me what i would need;
love me as hard... as she could thee.

she - an enigmatic silhouette - a proper shadow  ---

cherry, blueberry - the daughter of mary from zone hell, do i tell. 

she ain't wait for long. as smoking as farewell 

life be one so is she. i lived her right till the end - the possession of x-cell

hotness must be the friend of her beauty and aye beauty -- a sweet Christabel 

i would keep her awake till she'd yell... 

so hard on an every stroke that i made.. to her to get her high, unwell and swell 

dragging her to dead-end -- the dungeon of cell

dang! she's as hot as hell. i took her to bed, & loved her, & lust her, then ducked her so well;

made her ride all night feeding on my breath, o' hell!

she -  a daughter of hell -- the lady of literature -- a remedy for aches

i'd long to chew her from top to bottom ov'r & ov'r & ov'r again in the dungeon of cell.