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"Addiction"

The sweet nectar of lust
sits softly upon my lips
teasing my tongue and
I crave more sips

The dance of temptation forbidden
We dare take the next step
Our most secret desires hidden
where our flames of passion are kept

Needing to taste of loves drug
You drink from my ever flowing fountain
Your hands upon my hips hug
As we climax to the peak of this mountain.

Your vibe I need inside of me
to cure this affliction
I can't stop loving you because
your my addiction

Written by Jina Lofton..

"Addiction"

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I Think I'm Beautiful

I Think I'm Beautiful

By Aggi Nkhata

I think I’m beautiful, but I guess you wouldn't understand that?

I think I’m beautiful when you remind me I don't look like the other cheerleaders.

I think I’m beautiful when you brag about that other girls soft hair.

you know.. my hair is different. and I’m proud of that.

to be able to show my culture through my hair, big lips,cloths and way of speech..

now that's beautiful.

I also feel beautiful when you deny me of my beauty is only skin deep, right?

I heard that's what ugly people say. is that right Mr. perfect?

I even think I’m beautiful when you reject me in front of your friends..

behind closed doors you're beautiful too.

guess what I think I’m beautiful inside and out..

with or without you

By Aggi Nkhata

You Beautiful

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The Man of My Dreams

The man of my dreams created my life,

loving him is easy I don't have to think twice.

He reaches me and teaches me and exercises my soul.

The story behind this man has yet been told.

This man of my dreams comes from above

and he shows me unconditional love.

He does things in my life for the good and the bad

and he never leaves me even when I'm sad.

I've turned my back on him several times before

but I've learned from my mistakes and it wont happen no more.

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A Special World

A special world for you and me
A special bond one cannot see
It wraps us up in its cocoon
And holds us fiercely in its womb.
Its fingers spread like fine spun gold
Gently nestling us to the fold
Like silken thread it holds us fast
Bonds like this are meant to last.

And though at times a thread may break
A new one forms in its wake
To bind us closer and keep us strong
In a special world, where we belong.

- Sheelagh Lennon-

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by Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream and not make dreams your master;
If you can think and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools

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What Do Women Want?"

Flirtatious

"What Do Women Want?" by Kim Addonizio
I want a red dress.
I want it flimsy and cheap,
I want it too tight, I want to wear it
until someone tears it off me.
I want it sleeveless and backless,
this dress, so no one has to guess
what's underneath. I want to walk down
the street past Thrifty's and the hardware store
with all those keys glittering in the window,
past Mr. and Mrs. Wong selling day-old
donuts in their café, past the Guerra brothers
slinging pigs from the truck and onto the dolly,
hoisting the slick snouts over their shoulders.
I want to walk like I'm the only
woman on earth and I can have my pick.
I want that red dress bad.
I want it to confirm
your worst fears about me,
to show you how little I care about you
or anything except what
I want. When I find it, I'll pull that garment
from its hanger like I'm choosing a body
to carry me into this world, through
the birth-cries and the love-cries too,
and I'll wear it like bones, like skin,
it'll be the goddamned
dress they bury me in.

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