Where you can begin again
There must be a place
There must be a when
I will see another face
Someone that I will love
And that will love me
Just like a hand in glove
Like we are meant to be
Like we are meant to be
No matter what city we
Allow ourselves to live
In, it is true that we have
No other choice at all.
Ever since that one day
In which we let ourselves
Share a shower, I am so
Unable to stop myself
From wanting to fuck you.
I have no choice but to
Grab and touch you all
Over while planting a big
Kiss on your lips and
Before I suck your pussy.
But even though our folks
Might have a problem with
It, we really should not care
What they think because it
Happens to be good for us.
Happens to be good for us
Eat all your vegetables
Dress warm when it's cold
Don't run with scissors
If you want to grow old
Take time to cherish
All the good things in life
All the good things in life
Will never be seen
If you always look
For grass that's more green
You will never be happy
Life will never seem fair
If you can't enjoy
What's already there
A little kindness can be so valuable, yet costs almost nothing
In many countries being gay is a crime, and even in modern societies, politicians try to legalise discrimination. Your voice can make a difference. Have a look at All Out to find out how.
Hey... pssst.... that's an l (as in luscious) at the end of my name, not an i What's already there
It's hard to imagine improving
But we can surly try
By any means approving
Bound so close we are
By our internet transmittal
Loving cyber touches
Making distance matter little
Making distance matter little
When the woman lives next door
Men arriving day and night
Because she is a whore
Peeking through my window
I often see her on her knees
Dressed in slutty outfits
For the men she likes to please
I hear her at it day and night
The noise seeps through her walls
And I just heard my husband begging
For her to suck his balls
Well I draw the line, this just won't do
I won't tolerate this situation
So I grab my keys and march next door
And knock without hesitation
She opens the door half naked
I push passed her with force
March into her bedroom
To demand a fucking divorce
That's when things get awkward
It wasn't her he asked
Instead, I find the school headmaster
Fucking him up up the arse
And this is how I came to learn
Of my husband's true desires
I'll take him to the cleaners
No matter which lawyer he hires
I take a couple of snapshots
With my mobile phone
Then tell the two timing bastard
Not to bother coming home.
Not to bother coming home
Is one of the many things
That my own wife is doing
To stab me in the back and
Say that I'm not a real man!
As a matter of fact, I found
Out what that skanky hag
Had been doing behind my
Back by coming home early
To treat her with a surprise.
I planed on taking her out
To a romantic dinner at the
Local LongHorn Steakhouse
But I saw something that
Flushed it down the toilet!
She was in the living room
And having her pussy fucked
By some guy named Dick
Before she saw me looking
At her with pissed off eyes!
She told me that she was
Sorry and wanted to give
Our marriage one more
Chance to work but that
Was another fucking lie!
And let me tell you right
Now that I am no longer
Able to know who she
Really is and love her
With my unbroken heart.
Not to bother coming home
Such a sad line to write - or read
I hope that things are better now
And your heart no longer bleeds
Our love runs deep into our soul
And when that trust is broken
Then such words indeed may be
Required to be spoken
Required to be spoken
But too often they are not
And we often lose what's precious
When three words can save a lot
We tend to take for granted
That the other simply knows
That our actions are the answer
That our body language shows
But to often we discover
Those assumptions are not true
They're required to be spoken
Only three words: "I Love You!"
A little kindness can be so valuable, yet costs almost nothing
In many countries being gay is a crime, and even in modern societies, politicians try to legalise discrimination. Your voice can make a difference. Have a look at All Out to find out how.
Hey... pssst.... that's an l (as in luscious) at the end of my name, not an i Only three words: "I Love You!"
Once glowing on my screen,
Sent stars reeling before me
And gave my eyes a sheen.
Those words oft floated after
From here to there and back;
Each transit adding fervor,
Of love there was no lack.
Those echos still do sound,
And the meaning is still true.
But a change has come between us
And the joy we once knew.
And the joy we once knew
When our youth was still with us
When we thought that we both
And our love could not die
Has now faded to merely
A happy facade
That we show to the world
To disguise our big lie
You have found greener grass
In a far away land
And I hope you will find
What you thought that you missed
You will stay in my heart
As the woman I loved
Can't forget what I felt
The first time that we kissed
A little kindness can be so valuable, yet costs almost nothing
In many countries being gay is a crime, and even in modern societies, politicians try to legalise discrimination. Your voice can make a difference. Have a look at All Out to find out how.
Hey... pssst.... that's an l (as in luscious) at the end of my name, not an i the first time that we kissed
was a disaster, because we missed
we were drunk and could not resist
but still, we missed the first time we kissed
then we got mad, you yelled, i hissed
and we sat down and wrote a list
first thing we wrote was to persist
the last thing was, don't kiss when pissed
The last thing was, don't kiss when pissed
Nor go to sleep when mad
Cause doing that you might have wished
To hug and end up glad
And discover what you might have missed
What you would not have had
What you would not have had
If she hadn't been there
Is a wonderful time
And a love you could share
It may be the past now
But the memories stay
Don't let your sadness
Take the good ones away
A little kindness can be so valuable, yet costs almost nothing
In many countries being gay is a crime, and even in modern societies, politicians try to legalise discrimination. Your voice can make a difference. Have a look at All Out to find out how.
Hey... pssst.... that's an l (as in luscious) at the end of my name, not an i "Take the good ones away"
She said with a grin
"The naughties can stay
And enjoy our sin!"
Rolling about naked
Right there on the floor
Climaxing violently
Then asking for more
Then asking for more
Is what I'm going to do
Because I loved what you did
When I was with you
I wouldn't mind
Getting that every day
And giving you pleasure too
In every possible way
A little kindness can be so valuable, yet costs almost nothing
In many countries being gay is a crime, and even in modern societies, politicians try to legalise discrimination. Your voice can make a difference. Have a look at All Out to find out how.
Hey... pssst.... that's an l (as in luscious) at the end of my name, not an i In every possible way
More attractive to me you grow
Each little bit I discover
Makes me long to be with you so
Finding what makes you giggle
Finding what makes you sigh
Finding the way to your heart
And much more finding I'll try
Each special moment we have
Fleeting though they may be
Becomes ever more golden
And from which I wish not to flee
And from which I wish not to flee,
Thine arms of safety and warmth,
Thine love excelling,
Thine love propelling us into another warmth.
Pray, tell me how long this will last,
Pray, do not tell me at all,
For I live in the moment,
The moment liveth in me,
Together we shall be free
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Together we shall be free
Loving delights to find
In the world of you and me
All gold and sliver lined
Sunlight sparkles in your eyes
And highlights your lovely face
Against the cloudless blue skies
In this, our special place
In this, our special place,
We make new memories,
Though old still remain
Crowded in my brain,
I now allow you in.
You hold me close in darkest night,
You make my cry in lust,
But one thing I know most of all,
Not to lose you is a must.
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not to lose you is a must
a must that cannot happen
will not happen as long
as I breathe
needing you by my side
to hold me up
when I am weak
to catch me
when I fall
to guide me
in the ways of true love
Not to lose you is a must
If I am to survive
For living on without you
Is not what I call life
You've found the narrow pathway
That leads into my heart
And filled with warmth what once
Was a cold and empty part
And now I am addicted
To the glow I feel inside
I'd freeze to death without
The fire you did ignite
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Oops, to late..
In the ways of true love
There is no jealousy
And there are no conditions
True love will simply be
That's how it is for me
That's why it feels so right
That's why I'll always feed
The fire you did ignite
A little kindness can be so valuable, yet costs almost nothing
In many countries being gay is a crime, and even in modern societies, politicians try to legalise discrimination. Your voice can make a difference. Have a look at All Out to find out how.
Hey... pssst.... that's an l (as in luscious) at the end of my name, not an i The fire you did ignite
Happens to be when
You opened your robe
And separated those
Smooth legs of yours.
smooth legs of yours
wrapped around me
reaching up wrapping
your arms around me
nails digging
while your hands
run down my back
our bodies writhe
in exstacy
sweat dripping
breathing heavy
moaning loudly
two shadows
on the wall
forming one
forming one
from many
where did we
how did we
should we continue
could we ever stop
Could we ever stop
The current we now ride
Sweeping us ever forward
As on its crest we ride
The destination isn't clear
And the ride at times be rough
But together we will be
And that will be enough
And that would be enough.....
And that would be enough.....
for who....
for you....
is that really enough for you
well is it
because it damn sure aint enough for me
our hearts belong together
they urn for it
tell me you don't feel it
tell me you don't think about me
when your with him
because I think about you
and it hurts knowing that
no matter what I say
you....you...
will never feel the same
And that will be enough
Said the liar to his heart
Just a glance at her stuff
Then my feet shall play their part
He moved like fox upon his chance
And at the door to his muse's chamber
Where he did much more than glance
His eyes devoured every last part of her
His stubborn feet refused to yield
They remained stiff much like his cock
And then his seed sprayed like a farmer on a field
He wished he had taken a sock
EDIT****(Sorry! I was too slow!)
Quote by Freddie Mercury
My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies
Fairy tales of yesterday grow and never die
I can fly
The show must go on.