BMF's Urban Hang Suite

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Couldn't sleep last night....

Twas erotica that lured me to this place of sin.
Reading stories of others ignited fires within.

As an innocent teen, learning self exploration,
roaming fingers found themselves in a tight situation.

Becoming a pro at my new routine,
navigating with ease, my eyes glues to the screen.
I should really slow down, I'm becoming a feind.

Day after day of my new addiction,
extacy led to feelings of confliction.

Trying hard to refrain,
but this glitch in my brain,
the same one that confuses my pleasure and pain.

That goddamn glitch never let me forget,
how good it could feel when I made myself wet.

So here I am now, many years have gone by.
The same girl, except now I have opened my eyes.

I am finally comfortable scratching the itch,
having found the courage to embrace my glitch.
 
Twas erotica that lured me to this place of sin.
Reading stories of others ignited fires within.

As an innocent teen, learning self exploration,
roaming fingers found themselves in a tight situation.

Becoming a pro at my new routine,
navigating with ease, my eyes glues to the screen.
I should really slow down, I'm becoming a feind.

Day after day of my new addiction,
extacy led to feelings of confliction.

Trying hard to refrain,
but this glitch in my brain,
the same one that confuses my pleasure and pain.

That goddamn glitch never let me forget,
how good it could feel when I made myself wet.

So here I am now, many years have gone by.
The same girl, except now I have opened my eyes.

I am finally comfortable scratching the itch,
having found the courage to embrace my glitch.

You're so hot with your words! Man.
 
Twas erotica that lured me to this place of sin.
Reading stories of others ignited fires within.

As an innocent teen, learning self exploration,
roaming fingers found themselves in a tight situation.

Becoming a pro at my new routine,
navigating with ease, my eyes glues to the screen.
I should really slow down, I'm becoming a feind.

Day after day of my new addiction,
extacy led to feelings of confliction.

Trying hard to refrain,
but this glitch in my brain,
the same one that confuses my pleasure and pain.

That goddamn glitch never let me forget,
how good it could feel when I made myself wet.

So here I am now, many years have gone by.
The same girl, except now I have opened my eyes.

I am finally comfortable scratching the itch,
having found the courage to embrace my glitch.
Respect.
That was AWESOME.


Why is the tip of my nose brown?!
 
Afternoon folks. :D The past few from Tek have been pretty awesome, and Jessie your piece was very delightful.

I figured I'd leave another one of mine since I haven't been to the Suite in a while...

...Mightier Than the Sword

The pen is mightier than the sword
It spews bullets made of words
It is the glue that binds our worlds
It is the ending, and it is the start
Its power can tear the universe apart
My pen is greater than a blade
It cuts much deeper than a vein
It can invade overtake and entwine
It can outstay any test of time
It transcends the history of rhyme
It can break down many different walls
My pen is the greatest weapon of all
It knows no limits, knows no bounds
Its speech is louder than any myriad of sounds
Its hold is more hypnotic than the song the Sirens sing
It draws the people to it in an ever-widening ring
Undying like a Phoenix
Burning in infinity
My pen is full of power
Power over friend and enemy
The power to incite war and solidify peace
The power of my pen will never, never cease
 
Twas erotica that lured me to this place of sin.
Reading stories of others ignited fires within.

As an innocent teen, learning self exploration,
roaming fingers found themselves in a tight situation.

Becoming a pro at my new routine,
navigating with ease, my eyes glues to the screen.
I should really slow down, I'm becoming a feind.

Day after day of my new addiction,
extacy led to feelings of confliction.

Trying hard to refrain,
but this glitch in my brain,
the same one that confuses my pleasure and pain.

That goddamn glitch never let me forget,
how good it could feel when I made myself wet.

So here I am now, many years have gone by.
The same girl, except now I have opened my eyes.

I am finally comfortable scratching the itch,
having found the courage to embrace my glitch.

I had to read this again. Awesome work!!
 
Afternoon folks. :D The past few from Tek have been pretty awesome, and Jessie your piece was very delightful.

I figured I'd leave another one of mine since I haven't been to the Suite in a while...

...Mightier Than the Sword

The pen is mightier than the sword
It spews bullets made of words
It is the glue that binds our worlds
It is the ending, and it is the start
Its power can tear the universe apart
My pen is greater than a blade
It cuts much deeper than a vein
It can invade overtake and entwine
It can outstay any test of time
It transcends the history of rhyme
It can break down many different walls
My pen is the greatest weapon of all
It knows no limits, knows no bounds
Its speech is louder than any myriad of sounds
Its hold is more hypnotic than the song the Sirens sing
It draws the people to it in an ever-widening ring
Undying like a Phoenix
Burning in infinity
My pen is full of power
Power over friend and enemy
The power to incite war and solidify peace
The power of my pen will never, never cease

Nice to see you again, Mr L. Nice one!
 
Thanks BMF. I see you decided to keep your audios up. I'll have to give a listen to em and see what all the ladies are cooing about. lol
 
I don't wanna love you,
I so just wanna use you
Fuck you, abuse you
Then leave you.
Slam the door on you
Lock you outside
Then let the cold win you.
I just want to hurt you.
But, against my will,
My heart is feeling brave
And now there's no time to save me.

I really don't wanna love you.
I wish I had a choice
I hate this force that sweetly
Sings your name to me.
Id rather be poisoned,
Feeling my veins burn
Expel the fire in me
And turn you into ash.
My path, dark and whispered
Twisted, not to be lifted
Gifted, yet solitary by nature
I wanna hate ya.
But my heart engaged itself
Allied itself against me.
I waged war, but
War fought dirty
And now I'm imprisoned.

I wish I didn't love you.
You don't deserve my pain
You don't need to see my ugliness
As it rises again.
You can't handle my wicked
My evil seethes in silence
Then erupts with final violence.
This love is foreign to me..
It scares me, my scars ache
My fears rolling in tears
That keep blanketing my face.
I don't hate,
I just don't know if I can love.
I'm the hunchback, the hermit
All alone up above.
But I can't deny the fact that you have stayed thus far
I've tried to run you off,
But you've remained thus far.
I just don't know how to love you...
But I'm willing to try...
I'll try.
Although it contradicts my nature,
It seems i can't stray
You've tethered yourself to me.
I don't wanna
But i do.
 
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