Bare Hands II
By Ren Concha
can’t escape from the sheets we have shared
this passionate momentum we have both desired
in the night which only the moon had witnessed
I whined all through the night and became so modest
you came inside me and finally; for so long have I wished
you became mine, I became yours; yet the night is still long
we make love over and over again; we both became a beast
along as our kisses are going deeper and deeper;
your naughty hands were climbing down my flower,
so long I noticed your lips were going down
finally you have reached your desired destination
without hesitation, you flustered all over me
you touched the spot I've treasured since then
you licked with those hot tongue of yours;
and oooh, I yearned for more
and when you entered the key
i became more and more aggressive
i want faster, harder and you did it for me
the night is going on, and the next is what i can't believe
we have done it with playful positions
but your hotdog was unbelievably still hard
i sucked it and never did expected it was delicious
so i took a sly position and entered my own to you
till morning, till dawn
nonstop we have entered
each other's world
but that's not the end of story,
though the night ended playfully
i was deeply hurt and tried to control myself
yet damn it this mad escape of mine won't do
you've taken my heart, my soul, my body
you trained my body until I became addicted to you
this burning desire won't go
this passionate melody won't stop
i wanted more, i reached my limit, i became so bold
i walked up straight to you and ask you for once more
and you did not refused me; like a princess i was carried
to your room that looks like ready for another erotic masterpiece
you always have amused me
you never failed to satisfy me
i was so tired, I’ve reached my limit,
yet you were never contented
and countless nights have you taken me
and amidst our playful scene
you finally said you loved me...
I want to soar I
by Ren Concha
i want to soar up high!
rebuild my name; my reputation.
yet why no opportunity knocks,
in order for me to do so
i want everyone to tell me the truth!
reveal their hidden thoughts!
convey their hidden feelings!
yet why does everyone seems to be so cold?
the adults; the olders; some people,
why do they discriminate?
why do they criticize?
can't a person like me live in peace?
can't i love normally like other does?
am i trash that needed to be discarded?
the answer is no right?
i have a purpose, just like everyone else
yet why do everyone and almost everything
ends up being the barrier to my fulfillment?