I was always good for love letters

I was always good for love letters,
What a soul she had
What an amazing ass!
I don’t know why but I remember,
How you used to eat my cock
How you liked to be choked
And even the kisses on your neck
As my hands turned it red.
Red, red, holy red
You were, fuck, you were
Amazing on that white dress,
Your ass finding its way
To make me hard again.
There were moments where
Anywhere would be a good place
You will play and I would gamble again,
Time was limitless.
You produced that smell
And I couldn’t see clear from there
But the shadow of your pleasure
Made me go on whithout measure.
Your eyes growing every time,
How beautiful it is to look someone
Right in the eyes as you enter its spirit,
My soul grew bigger with you in it,
Dreaming of your panties
Drunk but never in parties.
I was always good for love letters,
What an extraordinary soul
Look those legs how they’re long!
And what about what’s inside?
Fuck I’m losing my mind one more time.

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J’ai baisé la mort 

Son maquillage coulait 

Elle pleurait, elle pleurait, 

Entre la profondeur de sa gorge 

Mon membre était bloqué. 

Elle aimait, elle aimait 

Quand c’était dur et animé, 

Comme une sauvage elle me torche 

Et mon dos elle griffait. 

Ses lèvres grandissant 

Tout autour du gland, 

Ses yeux se dilatataient

Quand ses seins elle découvrait. 

C’était pas une chienne 

C’était une déesse, 

Elle jouissait en silence 

Se divertissait entre rôles. 

L’amour la rendait aveugle 

Mon membre devenait anxieux, 

Son bijou dansant me parlait 

Son arrière m’a empoisonné. 

La meilleure façon de coucher 

Est de baiser jusqu’à la mort, 

Quand elle viendra nous chercher

Notre vivacité lui fera peur. 

A hundred and three women

​Someone once told me 

That he had sex with a hundred women, 

A hundred and three 

To be completely honest. 

Between beers and white sock whisky

I asked faithfully, 

‘did you love any of them? ‘

‘ I don’t even remember their names 

They were all one-night stands 

Setting up wasn’t even a chance’

And straight up 

he drank all his wine. 

As I ordered another 

For the little man sitting 

Right besides me, 

I asked myself the same question;

All those late-night two-weeks long parties 

Those crazy partners 

Those sick nights of sex 

Love, poetry and whiskies 

Were they worth it? 

Was I better? 

Did I love any of them? 

I do think I loved every single women I touched 

Even if sex never happened 

Even if it was all pure humanism, 

But was I bad for not reaching for more? 

Or that was the deal

In a bottle of whisky sealed? 

Truth is, I love every single woman 

They all have poetry inside 

And poetry calls me down every time. 

So, I ordered again 

And here we became friends 

As the clock gave five 

And time, as women, had us tied up.