Yassina's blog: "YASSINA'S POETRY"

Come here and let me taste your sweet wine, let our bodys touch and your hand brush across mine. i look into your dark brown eye's I can see you undressing me with your eye's ! dont be shy i have already undressed you with mine, then you slowly walk up and grab my waist from behind.as your manly hood climbs to the peek of my pot i can feel you throbbing hard as a rock,as your lips brush across the back of my neck i can feel my nippels become instantly erect. ummm come here i say as i shrink to my knees let me tast you let me devour you ,your evey drop. your cum leaves me addicted wanting more as i allow my tounge to slowly explore, your manly trail .down to the core. your knees get week as you buckel to the floor. you beg me not to stop as i climb on top, i ride you for hours non stop, you griping my ass you toes begin to curl ,i look in your eyes as your juices explore my lustful pool...and with one last thrust i know i got you.

Enter the unknown And let yourself go The need deep inside you Is waiting to grow Ill show you the secrets Of what you desire Show you the fantasies That will set you on fire Blinded youll be With silky black bands Bound you will be Both feet and both hands Arms up above Tied tight to the bed A foot to each post Anticipation in your head Youll feel touches of hands Of many there will be Pleasuring your body Maybe two, maybe three Tasted and touched And rode fast and hard Until your body surrenders No place left unmarred Left craving you will be For fantasies new For my goal in this life Is to make them come true So dream my sweet man Let your fantasies grow For which ones I will grant In time you will know

The night Sky.... Category: Writing and Poetry ~~Night Sky~~ The black sky is like the great ocean at night. So far away yet close enough to touch the stars. Laying on the riverbank I see the night's darkness. I can smell the sound of the Cool River at my feet. Feeling the great American eagle fly through the night. I breathe and the stars realign them self to my soul. The soft warm river rocks massage my back. As the one by the river sees himself rearrange the night sky. It looks down and speaks words that burn in my soul forever. Breathe life into your dreams and they will take you beyond your imagination

As her heart is torn in the window of his pane...the reflection of his love his soaked by her tears and rain... walking down a road of her dreams means facing her fears facing the answers to her surrender she does not want to hear ! is it possible to understand you can never have all his heart..the heart of a man who has no heart....you can wait it out and see if it arrives, but dont wait to long cuz life will not wait while you stand in denial... A dark storm of self-doubt build in her head, facing the truth is a down pour of what must be said. can she open her eye's and execpt what she may see? this is a man driven by lust sex and fantasy!