BMF's Urban Hang Suite

Corbal said:

Bumpin' my sweet Can.........Hugs*

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My mind went straight to the gutter, and I haven't had a drop to drink

BlackManFux said:

lol. I'm trying not to monopolize the thread. If I did, there'd be poem after poem after poem...you get the idea. I'm glad you're liking them though. Means a lot.

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Ok well let me put this one up.... just for the sake of preventing a BMF monopoly!


There's something thats been on my mind,
something I've repressed and hidden.
Feelings I was taught were wrong,
thoughts and urges that were forbidden.

When you're younger, you don't want to be labelled
strange, or deranged, or wierd, it was feared
that your peers would leer.
Spread rumors
than cut you out of their clique
like a tumor.

So you be who you think they want you to be,
your parents, your friends, society.
You put on a mask, you put on a show,
yet under the surface, somethings ready to blow.
You cant fight this internal battle the rest of your life,
But wait, what are you thinking you're a mother, a wife.
So can you be both, and still give in to desire?
Have a date with the devil, and not get burned by the fire?

I'm speaking of these lustful thoughts, others don't understand.
I'll stand up for others, lacking courage to stand.
and seize the opportunity in the palm of my hand.

For I may not get another chance,
to fulfill my fantasy
of another woman's advance.


Hopefully relatability will make up for what this piece lacks...

BlackManFux said:

"20/20: TruVision"

I see you.
In plain view, hidden behind.
Liberated woman,
Yet, still very confined.
I can see the lines of time
Where the hurts came in.
Intertwined and left stains
Where the joy had been.
Life came and left sins
On the step of your door.
Left filthy tear stains
And they ruined your floor.
I see scars that run deep
Pain that beats deeper
Trust, locked away
Taken by the Grim Reaper.

And you smile, but I see
That sometimes that smile cracks
And that light in your eyes, well,
Sometimes fades to black.
And sometimes in the stillness,
Your mind begins to wonder.
Wanting to ponder
Why things conspired to take you under.

But then I see your strength,
It’s like a sun rise.
This brilliant, pulsing beam
Of life within your eyes.
It’s what draws the cries
And sees through the lies
And rejects anything that tries
To remove your raging fire.

And I see your beauty.
I know it,
It surrounds you.
A beauty so rare
That it shines clear through you.
A beauty that causes those who
Can truly behold you
Still shield their eyes,
Because Beauty
True beauty, robes you.
It clothes you in magnificence
Crowns you in its radiance
Places a banner on you
That proclaims you’re amazing!
It draws me like a moth to a flame
So much so that
That at the mention of your name
I simply melt.

And so I felt you should know,
That I’m not looking at you.
I’m looking in you.
I see you, and I know you.
And I want you.

.

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This is just amazing, BMF. This has become my "must see Lit thread". Everyone is putting out such fantastic stuff! Wonderful!

JessiePi said:

Ok well let me put this one up.... just for the sake of preventing a BMF monopoly!


There's something thats been on my mind,
something I've repressed and hidden.
Feelings I was taught were wrong,
thoughts and urges that were forbidden.

When you're younger, you don't want to be labelled
strange, or deranged, or wierd, it was feared
that your peers would leer.
Spread rumors
than cut you out of their clique
like a tumor.

So you be who you think they want you to be,
your parents, your friends, society.
You put on a mask, you put on a show,
yet under the surface, somethings ready to blow.
You cant fight this internal battle the rest of your life,
But wait, what are you thinking you're a mother, a wife.
So can you be both, and still give in to desire?
Have a date with the devil, and not get burned by the fire?

I'm speaking of these lustful thoughts, others don't understand.
I'll stand up for others, lacking courage to stand.
and seize the opportunity in the palm of my hand.

For I may not get another chance,
to fulfill my fantasy
of another woman's advance.


Hopefully relatability will make up for what this piece lacks...

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JESSSSS!!!! THIS IS HOT AS HELLLL!!!! Damn woman! I'm giving the club to you babe.

Canbe4fun said:

SRV was/is awesome

BFM for you my brother

Invisible me
My thoughts, my dreams
I want to share
To find a love, a friend to care
I know that someone is not far
I talk, I write, I show Im there
I walk alone like the king whose bare

I have no clothes, no attention given
Ive tried a sign to show Im living
but all I do is not enough
Discouraged, low, and in the buff
I push ahead, I see some light
to find someone I do not fright

A chance, a glance, perhaps Im noticed
Building courage, hope, and focus
A response, though small was all I need
To connect, and meet, perhaps succeed
I did not give up, to myself im true
Ive met some folk, and no longer blue

Keep trying brothers, sweet mystery
You too can end invisble me

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Wow, amazing!

JennyNo1 said:

This is just amazing, BMF. This has become my "must see Lit thread". Everyone is putting out such fantastic stuff! Wonderful!

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You're a part of that "everyone". Thanks for helping this thread take off like it has, SD. I appreciate you.

BlackManFux said:

JESSSSS!!!! THIS IS HOT AS HELLLL!!!! Damn woman! I'm giving the club to you babe.

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LoL shut up!! I could have recited Little Miss Muffet and you would have been supportive and complimentary.... but thanks...

JessiePi said:

LoL shut up!! I could have recited Little Miss Muffet and you would have been supportive and complimentary.... but thanks...

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Bs!! This one hit hard! Great fucking job!

BlackManFux said:

Bs!! This one hit hard! Great fucking job!

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You're not allowed to make me blush when I'm on stage ass!!!
*quickly scampers back to her seat*

JessiePi said:

Ok well let me put this one up.... just for the sake of preventing a BMF monopoly!


There's something thats been on my mind,
something I've repressed and hidden.
Feelings I was taught were wrong,
thoughts and urges that were forbidden.

When you're younger, you don't want to be labelled
strange, or deranged, or wierd, it was feared
that your peers would leer.
Spread rumors
than cut you out of their clique
like a tumor.

So you be who you think they want you to be,
your parents, your friends, society.
You put on a mask, you put on a show,
yet under the surface, somethings ready to blow.
You cant fight this internal battle the rest of your life,
But wait, what are you thinking you're a mother, a wife.
So can you be both, and still give in to desire?
Have a date with the devil, and not get burned by the fire?

I'm speaking of these lustful thoughts, others don't understand.
I'll stand up for others, lacking courage to stand.
and seize the opportunity in the palm of my hand.

For I may not get another chance,
to fulfill my fantasy
of another woman's advance.


Hopefully relatability will make up for what this piece lacks...

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I'll be your ladyfriend sexy.........

very hot....and mmm fun

JessiePi said:

Ok well let me put this one up.... just for the sake of preventing a BMF monopoly!


There's something thats been on my mind,
something I've repressed and hidden.
Feelings I was taught were wrong,
thoughts and urges that were forbidden.

When you're younger, you don't want to be labelled
strange, or deranged, or wierd, it was feared
that your peers would leer.
Spread rumors
than cut you out of their clique
like a tumor.

So you be who you think they want you to be,
your parents, your friends, society.
You put on a mask, you put on a show,
yet under the surface, somethings ready to blow.
You cant fight this internal battle the rest of your life,
But wait, what are you thinking you're a mother, a wife.
So can you be both, and still give in to desire?
Have a date with the devil, and not get burned by the fire?

I'm speaking of these lustful thoughts, others don't understand.
I'll stand up for others, lacking courage to stand.
and seize the opportunity in the palm of my hand.

For I may not get another chance,
to fulfill my fantasy
of another woman's advance.


Hopefully relatability will make up for what this piece lacks...

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JessiePi said:

You're not allowed to make me blush when I'm on stage ass!!!
*quickly scampers back to her seat*

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Shut up and take a bow!

JessiePi said:

Ok well let me put this one up.... just for the sake of preventing a BMF monopoly!


There's something thats been on my mind,
something I've repressed and hidden.
Feelings I was taught were wrong,
thoughts and urges that were forbidden.

When you're younger, you don't want to be labelled
strange, or deranged, or wierd, it was feared
that your peers would leer.
Spread rumors
than cut you out of their clique
like a tumor.

So you be who you think they want you to be,
your parents, your friends, society.
You put on a mask, you put on a show,
yet under the surface, somethings ready to blow.
You cant fight this internal battle the rest of your life,
But wait, what are you thinking you're a mother, a wife.
So can you be both, and still give in to desire?
Have a date with the devil, and not get burned by the fire?

I'm speaking of these lustful thoughts, others don't understand.
I'll stand up for others, lacking courage to stand.
and seize the opportunity in the palm of my hand.

For I may not get another chance,
to fulfill my fantasy
of another woman's advance.


Hopefully relatability will make up for what this piece lacks...

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This is fabulous... it really spoke to me... and i'm way older than you.... I lived out my fantasy last year... don't let taboo or social mores hold you back from anything... be who you wanna be... proudly...

Aight peeps...great day in the suite. I'm out for the night. Keep it funky!

just saw this thread for the first time, and it made me miss spoken-word. I used to write it all the time--it's more fun, if you ask me. But, i just spent the last 45 minutes seeing if i had any of it left in me. This is what i came up with:



Rocks knock at the window
and even stones thrown sound soft
when tossed by those hands—
like Midas, if clouds were currency,
you’d touch gold and make puppies,
touch misers and make Pappies,
lay hands on sinners and make them see
how simple things can seem
when you know how soft grass is.

In neutral, we drift
shift to drive when we can’t see lights,
daring Wednesday night to stop two dreamers.
Our breath teeters on the edge of fog
as your old Fairmont sings a song.
Air streams into a melody,
metal percusses in the back seat,
upholstery snapping a backbeat,
and our eyes smile and hum along.

Headlights stripe the lake
And we make beautiful shadows, taking
each others' hands and creating castles.
“This way,” I say
jumping quickly and taking you with me,
hands squeezing tightly,
braving cold if it might be,
closing our eyes and praying,
like it’s the first time we’d felt water.

But you crack embankment like pavement,
playing hide and seek in the deep
before you surfaces sideways.
You kiss if kisses are lifeless,
sleep if sleep is dreamless,
smile even if meaningless,
and you feel how soft the grass is,
creating castles with your hard hands
in a headlight silhouette.

BlackManFux said:

"20/20: TruVision"

I see you.
In plain view, hidden behind.
Liberated woman,
Yet, still very confined.
I can see the lines of time
Where the hurts came in.
Intertwined and left stains
Where the joy had been.
Life came and left sins
On the step of your door.
Left filthy tear stains
And they ruined your floor.
I see scars that run deep
Pain that beats deeper
Trust, locked away
Taken by the Grim Reaper.

And you smile, but I see
That sometimes that smile cracks
And that light in your eyes, well,
Sometimes fades to black.
And sometimes in the stillness,
Your mind begins to wonder.
Wanting to ponder
Why things conspired to take you under.

But then I see your strength,
It’s like a sun rise.
This brilliant, pulsing beam
Of life within your eyes.
It’s what draws the cries
And sees through the lies
And rejects anything that tries
To remove your raging fire.

And I see your beauty.
I know it,
It surrounds you.
A beauty so rare
That it shines clear through you.
A beauty that causes those who
Can truly behold you
Still shield their eyes,
Because Beauty
True beauty, robes you.
It clothes you in magnificence
Crowns you in its radiance
Places a banner on you
That proclaims you’re amazing!
It draws me like a moth to a flame
So much so that
That at the mention of your name
I simply melt.

And so I felt you should know,
That I’m not looking at you.
I’m looking in you.
I see you, and I know you.
And I want you.

.

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Oh that is SO gorgeous, full of movement...and wow, I'm in awe!

Another "sappy" scribbling I wrote for someone... The metre isn't quite like my others have been tho.

Do you know
how much I love you?
Do you know
what I'd do for you?
I forget sometimes,
to tell you how much I care
or even show how much.
It's not that I'm stubborn or uncaring
I just get lost in your eyes, your touch.
I look in your eyes of pure faith
I forget what I'm doing.
You leave me speechless.
At times your voice is all I hear,
It cools my senses and breaks the stress
I just wrote to tell you...
I do love you, more than my own life.

Name

Walks in and heads right to the stage. Grabs a stool and takes a seat and places his guitar across his lap. Plays a few bars, and picks a few notes. Tunes it into the key D and then picks up a slow to moderate rhythm. I wrote this for a dear friend of mine. A friend who decided to take the cowards way out and couldn't finish the game. I'll try to make it all the way through this time.

Take my hand
I'll lead you there
I'll relieve you from
pain and despair

So come with me
Into the depths of hell
and together we'll ring
the devil's bell

What is my name you ask
Ha I say my name...
My name is Razor Blade
I can cure your pain
make you invincible
I'll never leave you

Don't be afraid
I'm your friend
and ill lead you to meet
the perfect end

Just pick me up
Ill do the rest
Shall we put your misery
to the test

You hate your life?
thats why I'm here
so come with me
to quite your fear

What is my name you ask
Ha I say my name...
My name is Razor Blade
I can take you high
make it all go away
I'll never leave you

It wont last long
I'm kind and cruel
I'm not a weapon
I am a tool

So use me well
I beg you please
To end your sorrow
And life's cruel tease

So do this simple task
Ill help you, I'll be nice

What is my name you ask
Ha I say my name...
My name is Razor Blade
I will bring you down
I will break you and
burn right through you
This won't hurt a bit I swear
You wont feel a thing
Just close your eyes
Goodnight my sweet friend
My name is Razor Blade
You'll never wake again

DarkSidEclipse said:

Walks in and heads right to the stage. Grabs a stool and takes a seat and places his guitar across his lap. Plays a few bars, and picks a few notes. Tunes it into the key D and then picks up a slow to moderate rhythm. I wrote this for a dear friend of mine. A friend who decided to take the cowards way out and couldn't finish the game. I'll try to make it all the way through this time.

Take my hand
I'll lead you there
I'll relieve you from
pain and despair

So come with me
Into the depths of hell
and together we'll ring
the devil's bell

What is my name you ask
Ha I say my name...
My name is Razor Blade
I can cure your pain
make you invincible
I'll never leave you

Don't be afraid
I'm your friend
and ill lead you to meet
the perfect end

Just pick me up
Ill do the rest
Shall we put your misery
to the test

You hate your life?
thats why I'm here
so come with me
to quite your fear

What is my name you ask
Ha I say my name...
My name is Razor Blade
I can take you high
make it all go away
I'll never leave you

It wont last long
I'm kind and cruel
I'm not a weapon
I am a tool

So use me well
I beg you please
To end your sorrow
And life's cruel tease

So do this simple task
Ill help you, I'll be nice

What is my name you ask
Ha I say my name...
My name is Razor Blade
I will bring you down
I will break you and
burn right through you
This won't hurt a bit I swear
You wont feel a thing
Just close your eyes
Goodnight my sweet friend
My name is Razor Blade
You'll never wake again

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wow... nothing quite like personifying death to stir the darkness. Very powerful... I'm sorry for your loss... thank you for sharing something so personal. I hope you find it cathartic to share.

Good morning peeps.

Let's start the morning off right.

All alone finally, in the same room
Temperature rising, what do we do?
Part of me screaming softly, be gentle
Yet the dom in me thinking
She wants you to bend her.
The first kiss sweet
second kiss fiery
The third unleashing hell mixed with some physical biting
The fourth brings a neck to my lips willingly
And like a vampire, I'm sucking all the life from thee.
The fifth strays lower, shoulder blade exposed
Your fragrance billows closer, tickling my nose.
Kisses six and seven make their way down to your chest
Relishing their feel, yet avoiding your breasts.
Kiss number eight plays at your cute stomach
I go close enough to feel your kitty Kat mumble,
But kiss number 9 is divine, cause for a while
I nestled in closely and make love to your thighs
Legs held high, lick the front then the back
Never thought thighs could really taste like that.
Purposely avoiding quite a beautiful abode...
Resisting every urge to plunge deep inside your hole
Kiss number ten serves as the capstone,
Wiggling my tongue over most perfect toes.
Watching your body as it wiggles and it squirms
Fully consumed with passion, as the wildfire burns.
Never had a lover quench you?
Well hold on tight.
The color blush your body wears is gonna be a bit bright
The feeling in your head is prolly gonna be a bit light
As I lick your clit right
Tears are blurring your sight.
See,
Your curves have me thinking that its gonna be a fun night
Or maybe just a long day,
Could you be swinging my way?
Our combined skin making mocha
In a supersexy way.
Mixing backgrounds and full frontals between us,
Bumping eagerly, I'm thinking
You might be defeated.
But I may let you win, have your way, do your worst girl
In reality, I know you want me
To cum in and rock out your world.

WoW! So much more poetry submittance and they are all good, very good.

Afternoon to you "Sir".

(What is all this tagging business btw? I'd prefer branding personally...more uh...nvm!)

DarkSidEclipse said:

Walks in and heads right to the stage. Grabs a stool and takes a seat and places his guitar across his lap. Plays a few bars, and picks a few notes. Tunes it into the key D and then picks up a slow to moderate rhythm. I wrote this for a dear friend of mine. A friend who decided to take the cowards way out and couldn't finish the game. I'll try to make it all the way through this time.

Take my hand
I'll lead you there
I'll relieve you from
pain and despair

So come with me
Into the depths of hell
and together we'll ring
the devil's bell

What is my name you ask
Ha I say my name...
My name is Razor Blade
I can cure your pain
make you invincible
I'll never leave you

Don't be afraid
I'm your friend
and ill lead you to meet
the perfect end

Just pick me up
Ill do the rest
Shall we put your misery
to the test

You hate your life?
thats why I'm here
so come with me
to quite your fear

What is my name you ask
Ha I say my name...
My name is Razor Blade
I can take you high
make it all go away
I'll never leave you

It wont last long
I'm kind and cruel
I'm not a weapon
I am a tool

So use me well
I beg you please
To end your sorrow
And life's cruel tease

So do this simple task
Ill help you, I'll be nice

What is my name you ask
Ha I say my name...
My name is Razor Blade
I will bring you down
I will break you and
burn right through you
This won't hurt a bit I swear
You wont feel a thing
Just close your eyes
Goodnight my sweet friend
My name is Razor Blade
You'll never wake again

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Dude, I don't wanna meet you, but I like this poem!

BodaciousBitch said:

WoW! So much more poetry submittance and they are all good, very good.

Afternoon to you "Sir".

(What is all this tagging business btw? I'd prefer branding personally...more uh...nvm!)

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My poker is heating up right now. Where do you want to be branded?

Sensualdreamer said:

Another "sappy" scribbling I wrote for someone... The metre isn't quite like my others have been tho.

Do you know
how much I love you?
Do you know
what I'd do for you?
I forget sometimes,
to tell you how much I care
or even show how much.
It's not that I'm stubborn or uncaring
I just get lost in your eyes, your touch.
I look in your eyes of pure faith
I forget what I'm doing.
You leave me speechless.
At times your voice is all I hear,
It cools my senses and breaks the stress
I just wrote to tell you...
I do love you, more than my own life.

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Such a sweet tone. Thank you for continuing to share.