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  • phorict 1w

    “So where is your father.” I asked looking her in the eyes, she moved her eyes away from mine then she shrugged in her seat. “Your asking to many questions, you know.”

    Many my foot, all I did was ask two questions. I rolled my eyes at her, “Well I have to know you if I’m going to say yes.”

    “You roll your eyes beautifully, what if I make you roll your eyes in bed with me, will you give me less attitude.” I looked at her surprised, she was certainly related to Andrew but her everything is better than him. “Are you flirting with me Josie?” I looked at her with disbelief.

    “Is it working?” she looked at me with a very attractive smirk, I laughed to myself, how could this be happening to me twice in a day from people of the same family. “No, it is not.” the way her smirk quickly disappeared from her face, almost made me laugh.

    She looked me directly in the eyes buying down on her lip, my eyes trailed to her lips. “Hmm I thought it did, I can just try kissing you now and see if that works.” I watched as her lips moved, they looked so soft, kissing her couldn’t be a bad thing right.

    Josie got up from her chair, I watched her with altering any words. She cupped my face, when her bare skin touched mine that’s when I got my senses back, I jumped from my chair pushing her away. “You’re not touching me.”

    She looked at the entire room, then back at me. “Not in here, I’m not.” that dirty horrible mouth, I just couldn’t. I held up my index finger, “You...” I was lost for words, and nothing could wipe off that smirk, I walked over to her grabbing her by the arm. “Get out, I have work to do.”

    I dragged her to the door, I opened door then threw her out. She stood in the hallway, “Then after work, I pick you up for a date.” she gave me a hopeful smile.

    “No, I’m not going anywhere with you. Bye!” I slammed the door at her face, finally she had left. I started walking back to my desk when the door opened, and Josie was the one that opened it. “At least tell me your age and number.”

    I should have locked that door, I walked back to the door blocking her from entering. “I’m 26, now out.” I tried pushing the door closed but she pushed back.

    “How about your number?” she asked while raising her eyebrow, I leaned against the wall near the door letting it go. “Not giving you.”

    “Why?” her voice came out a bit high pitched, guess I’m the first girl to reject her. I gave her side smirk, “For the same reason I will not go on a date with you.” I got off the wall standing in front of her.

    She seemed absolutely clueless, “Wait, what reason is that cause i’m pretty sure I got it all right, I mean—”

    “Get the fuck out!” I cut in causing her to stop midway, I was even more annoyed then I was at the start of this conversation, this girl is giving me a headache, at least Andrew would have left by now.

    She held up her arms in defence, “Geez calm down, I’ll leave okay.” that’s all I needed to hear from her, I stood there waiting for her to leave. “Bye girlfriend.” she quickly slammed the door shut before I could slap her, working with her would definitely not be fun.

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  • in_fragments 7w

    "You- queer, and valid and worthy-
    natural, complex and unique as any other,
    who understands true strength in pride,
    true dignity in spirit and identity,
    pushing beyond the limits history has left;
    fear and oppression and death,
    centuries upon centuries of fetishization,
    villainization, religious ostracization-
    as a child I had seen
    grown men and women-
    fearing God, fearing two humans kissing
    even more-
    I never understood why they cringed
    and shrunk away with pained faces,
    as if it were any different
    than the love they were taught to share.
    Why would God create a being
    in His loving image
    just to terrorize it for life?
    God is not who we think He is.
    He has always loved you,
    He knows your body is but a sliver
    into the soul of who you really are.
    He is demanding now that we work
    to reverse these mistakes we've made,
    all these atrocities committed
    in His name that He never asked for.
    You, who goes traveling
    through hell and back every day
    just to be respected, who is forced to defend
    your right to love at every turn-
    you never have to defend yourself
    to the universe you are an integral part of.
    You are seen and accepted and welcomed in,
    as a human being, lover and friend,
    all color and intensity and vibrancy,
    formed to perfection,
    no matter who you're devoted to
    at the end of everything."
    ©in_fragments

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    Pray the gay away? Maybe pray the fear and homophobia away, u know?...
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    A Queerer Vision of God

    You, who goes traveling
    through hell and back every day
    just to be respected, who is forced to defend
    your right to love at every turn-
    you never have to defend yourself
    to the universe you are an integral part of.
    You are seen and accepted and welcomed in,
    as a human being, lover and friend,
    all color and intensity and vibrancy,
    formed to perfection,
    no matter who you're devoted to
    at the end of everything.
    ©in_fragments

  • yayinology 12w

    Most of the women, like men.
    Some like both men and women.
    And some are only into women.
    There are women, who grow up into a man.
    And some fluctuate between both.
    Some are neither feminine nor androgynous, just neutral.
    Same with men.
    For some love is just platonic,
    And for some pain is a pleasure.
    You are not required to understand or accept them.
    That would be unfair for both parties.
    You shouldn't be forced, and they shouldn't need your permission to live their life.
    However remember, you aren't allowed to hurt them,
    And you are required to mind your own business.
    It's that simple!
    ©yayinology

  • mentally_till 13w

    Our House

    Our house would have been round
    Round doors, round rooms, round bed, round tub.
    We would have had a garden, a swing, a fence and a dog.
    A spiral staircase, a library, an old stove and I guess it doesn't matter now, does it?
    We would have felt safe.

  • goddessbittersweet 14w

    For My Aya

    Aya, aya, aya that my babygirl
    She don't belong to me, only the world..
    Everytime she comes around, my eyes be making a swirls.
    My heart be beating to her every curve
    Damnit why haven't she gotten what she truly deserve

    I love you aya, don't be making me fight for ya.
    Girl can you see how precious you are
    Not only to me. Not only to them men.
    You the number 1 always again and again.
    Tell me what I gotta do to be better then all these stupid men.

    Again I can't stop, making me want to be at the top.
    Babygirl, I want to give you everything that you ever had even thought
    The thing that seem impossible
    The imagination you so call, falsity that constantly repeat fuck them all.
    No more illusion, let make this final conclusion
    Because I must confess
    I was a big mess
    Till you surprised me, that you are as real as me.
    A little lies won't even make me dissatisfied.
    All I can see is you make it up to me all the time
    Even if I am grumpy, I will still adore you continuously
    It only been 4 days, but gosh damn it feel like years already
    Maybe I am crazy, maybe I am just blindsided
    Maybe it because I love you already.
    Shoot me in the heart, possibly cupid always had made his dart.
    XOXOXO love you till the day we are deadly apart.
    Kiss me, each time with passion
    Hold me each time as if I may fly away.
    Ground me as I need you for motivation
    So we can finally make the biggest creation.
    I miss you, my dear, know that I will always be here.
    ©goddessbittersweet

  • bekkie 15w

    Our community

    Mother taught me
    About who I should never be.

    The L was love.
    The G was gorgeous.
    The B was for beautiful.
    The T was too cute.
    The Q was for being a queen.
    Ths + was just part of math

    It wasnt,
    L for lesbian.
    G for gay.
    B for bisexual.
    T for transgender.
    Q for Queer.
    + for the rest.

    It was a sin,
    A hate in the family.
    A domonic spirit
    Living inside of us.

    What happend
    To being a free country?
    Why cant I be me,
    Who I want to be?

    In or out,
    In the closet.
    Scared of the world,
    Their opinions,
    And they way of being treated.

    It's us
    The L for lesbian
    The G for gay
    The B for bisexual
    The T for transgender
    The Q for Queer
    And the + for the rest
    It's us,
    The LGBTQ+.
    ©bekkie

  • grotesque 17w

    Love; a curse

    At Jewelry shop, the shopkeeper asked..
    'How about this design for the groom's ring?'
    Everybody loved it except her.
    She murmured 'But I don't love a guy...'
    The shopkeeper asked 'What?'
    Tears drops came out of her eyes.
    .
    Her father pressed her wrist and said
    'She means she is a bit shy.'
    .
    Of course a girl always has to love a guy only.
    .
    .
    The next morning they found her body hanging from the ceiling with a note stating in capitals--

    'I ALWAYS LOVED A GIRL. YOUR SICK MENTALITY FAILED TO SEE THAT. LOVE IS LOVE. NOW GET MY DEAD BODY ORNAMENTED FOR MARRIAGE.'
    .
    .
    A Father lost a daughter. A lover lost a lover. Society didn't lose anything yet!

    ©grotesque

  • ciara1 18w

    Crossing The Downtown Gay Bar

    Sunset evening star,
    leaving the college campus
    was like a moment won't be forgotten.

    One clear call for me!
    Meeting up with this guy that I have known since grade school.
    This was a happy moment of joy.

    Waiting, waiting and waiting on his presence while I sat alone across the street from the local downtown bar.

    I sat far across by a grocery store
    with tables and seats. watching in view. Seeing guards standing by, and ordinary looking females entering in carrying bags.

    I was pondering to myself, why are they wearing regular clothing infiltrating a club bar?

    It soon dawned on me they were early strippers preparing for their act.

    20 minutes later he showed up and we both entered the bar carrying our bag packs, but according to bar's policies, we had to remove them.

    The bar stand only had one guest. An old koone sitting all alone by the bar day dreaming. I was curious about the elderly man. Saying to my friend Jordon, how can a old man be going to the bar?

    I approached the elderly man, and sat near by the bar stand while waiting on the stripers. "Are their any female gay strippers here or is they all straight?"

    "They are both," the man replied.

    "Does the strippers turn you on?"

    "Yeah, that's why I'm here am I?" He replied.

    "Do you like it here?"

    The man was getting weary of my skeptical questions of that place. "You sure ask a lot of questions ma'am," he said.

    Seeing a female stripper walking up to me and appointing me to a sex room in darkness was a moment of satisfaction.

    ©ciara25
    ©ciara1

  • ciara1 19w

    The World Doesn't Accept Homosexuals

    Many people have committed suicide because of their sexuality.
    I have a beautiful soul
    At encouraging people, writing tons of poetry,
    advice poems and writing good books on many various platforms.
    Yet I have a dirty heart of
    Sin for women I see out on the streets,
    But I came to a realization that being a homosexual is not a sin,
    I admit it,
    I am a bisexual woman.
    I long for men, but I lust for
    Women.
    I do have a boyfriend, but I
    lust for women.
    My advice to society is
    please everyone,
    If you have homosexuals in your family,
    Please accept them,
    Of course you will not understand their sufferings because you haven't experienced it,
    But if you all will just
    take the time to sit down
    And listen to their story,
    You will understand.
    There are so many children that are afraid to be themselves because we are living
    In a judgmental world of haters.
    But God loves all people for who they are.
    God loves you for who you are.
    My advice for the children on this app is if you are a straight boy or a straight girl, and you do not understand the people that are close to you regarding their sexuality.
    Think of it like this, put yourself in your gay friend's shoes or your bisexual friend or even your sister or brother's shoes that are struggling to become who they are, and they can not express it to their parents how they feel because their parents rejects their choices.
    It is your choice to decide who
    You want to be with.
    My story of being a bisexual woman is that I had a choice to decide rather who I always wanted to be with. I feel comfortable around a woman and a man, but the difference is that I prefer being in a relationship with a man than a woman because all I see towards women is just one thing,
    which is lust.
    When I see a man,
    I see a future having children, and getting married, but I do not see the same thing when I look at a woman. It is more sexual based with a woman. It is still sexual based with a man, but more things I long for within a man.
    The concept of bisexuality is the liking of both sexes, but you have a choice with one or the other. You could even be with both sexes if you want to.
    I just chose to be with one, which is a man.
    Being gay is only desiring that one particular sex.
    If you are a gay boy or a gay girl who is just into one same sex, but you are being with the opposite sex in which you are not attracted too, than you are not being yourself.
    If you are not attracted to both sexes and being with the one you do not care about, than you are not being true to yourself.
    If you are with someone that you do not have any connections with, and is not attracted to that person. That relationship will not workout for you, you have to be attracted to that person in order to build a future with them.
    The world would be so much better if everyone would hear each and everyone's stories out, no matter what the story of struggles they are going through.
    I have a beautiful soul
    praying everyday, studying God's words, doing meditations,
    I have a beautiful heart of
    Treating people with kindness,
    Happiness, outspoken and all about keeping the peace.
    Always accept and support the LGBT communities.


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    ©ciara1

  • ciara1 21w

    I Have A Dirty Heart and A Beautiful Soul

    I have a dirty heart
    Of lust,
    A hurt soul from
    my past life
    Everyone has a past,
    I have a beautiful soul
    At encouraging people, writing tons of poetry,
    advice poems and writing good books,
    Yet I have a dirty heart of
    Sin for women I see out on the streets, on apps,
    Through any platforms.
    When I see a woman who I am
    attracted too, I undress them with my lustful eyes,
    I have a dirty heart.
    A woman can wear a dark robe or dress like a man,
    I still will undress her beneath
    The covered robe,
    I admit it,
    I am a bisexual woman,
    I long for men, but I lust for
    Women.
    Any woman I talk to who I am attracted too, I see them sexually, but I know
    How how to control my urges.
    I have a beautiful soul
    praying everyday, studying Gods words, doing meditations,
    But yet I have a dirty heart of
    Hunger for women soft breasts,
    And want every peace of their bodies,
    I have a beautiful heart of
    Treating people with kindness,
    Happiness, outspoken and all about keeping the peace, but my heart is so dirty that I
    Have deep sexual urges for women.
    I may look like a pure straight woman, but honestly I am not. If I can't accept who I am, than I can't accept anyone who is like me.
    Always accept and support the LGBT communities.



    #gay#lgbt#lesbian#bisexual
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    ©ciara25

  • ciara1 21w

    I Have A Dirty Heart and A Beautiful Soul

    When I see any woman,
    I undress them with my lustful eyes,
    I have a dirty heart. See next post if you are really curious to read more
    ©ciara1

  • panda_69 22w

    He made her a deeper ocean
    Into her deepest convoy,
    enclosed by the dirty wilderness
    to the valley of purity
    quenching his thirst for eternity.

    While she is turning him into a cyclone,
    Letting his ship sink deeper the ocean...
    ©panda_69

  • panda_69 22w

    He was unfolding to her desires,
    as long as she was kissing him.





    Her breast was his pillow,
    His body was her mellow.





    Behind her bra strip
    were his hands providing cover,
    his shoulders were safe over the crowd.


    > > > > >
    ©panda_69

  • panda_69 22w

    SEX

    He was unfolding to her desires,
    as long as she was kissing him.

    Her breast was his pillow,
    His body was her mellow.

    Behind her bra strip
    were his hands providing cover,
    his shoulders were safe over the crowd.

    Among her legs was his second world
    as he gave her love spot,
    over her scar body.

    His fingers were over her back
    and thats a sign of security,
    saying your safe in my hands.

    In the night full of fancy actions,
    In the night full of imaginations,

    he made her as a deeper ocean
    Into her deepest convoy,
    enclosed by the dirty wilderness
    to the valley of purity
    quenching his thirst for eternity.

    While she is turning him into a cyclone,
    Letting his ship sink deeper the ocean...
    ©panda_69

  • ciara1 22w

    The Heart of Being In Love With
    Someone I Didn't Know


    Someone handsome came one day i hardly even knew physically, came into my
    Life out of the blue,
    That I hardly even knew.
    Who was this man?
    This man was talked among
    My mother,
    She told me, Ciara, Me and your aunts found you someone
    Who could be your lover.
    Who is this man?
    my family told me, Ciara, we
    found this man at a pizza
    joint who is handsome.
    Well, how do he look?
    Mother told me, awe child,
    he would be a good fine man
    to have beautiful babies with
    to come home to cook with.
    Described this man to me please, is he light skin or dark skin?
    Naw child, he is average and thin.
    But what color is his skin?
    Oh child, he is Mexican.
    Mexican?
    I want proof?
    That day of wonder of
    Meeting someone through my family that I will never forget.
    Omar was his name,
    Texting him all night in desperation was myself to blame,
    I didn't know what the meaning of true love was,
    I admit it, I was young.
    Sitting in class lectures messaging Omar with my
    Good mornings and evenings
    made me felt better.
    How could someone be so
    In love with someone through a text message and not yet seen?
    Each day and each moment, I kept asking the man of my dreams,
    To meet me on a Saturday,
    But he had to work around his schedule daily.
    It seemed so long,
    three months not waiting to hold on.
    That feeling of meeting
    the man I hardly even
    knew was a kind of feeling
    I was willing to surrender my all to this man than not to surrender my all to God.
    Oooh that moment giving up
    Everything that was my addiction,
    that was no longer my convictions.
    Intentionally deleting every
    Pornographic videos I had on
    My On Demand to meet this man.
    I gave up my bisexual feelings
    For women,
    I really wanted to meet this man,
    But I had to delete every single lesbian porn on my phone.
    Repeating the words out loud,
    NO MORE PORN, NO LESBIAN PORN, AND NO MORE MASTERBATION I DO EVERY NIGHT TO MOAN.
    Oh I had to give it up, I had to
    Give it all up for this man.
    I was no longer bisexual anymore,
    That moment I wanted to spend time with him more.
    That day texting Omar to
    my address.
    I had my mind to undress.
    Seeing him made me feel good,
    Meeting the Mexican man the
    first time was a blessing.
    Observing his figure and and spikey hair,
    Seeing him and watching him leave out the door with a handsome smile with no glare.
    Texting him again to see if he made it at home,
    But he responded back only to my last name instead of my first name that I thought was skeptical and wrong.
    That moment I knew he wasn't gonna go further,
    He never called or any day other.
    I felt so torn and
    Thought to why did I surrender my heart to this man that could find any other.
    That was the day that desperation was not going to get me anywhere or with any other,
    And I knew I could do better,
    But I didn't do better for awhile.
    I intentionally went straight back to my bisexual tendencies for women for a worth wild.





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    ©ciara1

  • pri_rag 22w

    Clothing

    I can't breathe when you ask me if I want to go out,
    Going out involves dressing up, expressing yourself and being yourself.
    Going out involves stripping myself down to my most vulnerable self. I can't leave this part of me behind yet.

    I can't think of excuses to not take pictures. I love myself I really do, I just don't like myself right now. I just don't feel like myself in my clothes and in the one's I do, I can't explain to my parents why I want them.

    I can't think of myself as me anymore. I have changed so much I don't know who I am. Clothes may just be clothes to others but to me it is my self expression that I don't know how to put into words.
    So, I'd rather sit in my oversized hoodie and short-shorts rather than try to explain why I want to like more him than her.

    I'm not a man. I don't want to be one. I'm a woman who loves my body or I think I would. And I look forward to the day I don't have to think of all of this before I shop at the men's section.

    So, I can't breathe when you ask me to go out, or dress up. My guard is up and I don't know how to let it down.
    ©pri_rag

  • therealsiobhann 23w

    Love In the Dark

    26/02/2020
    Of structure indeed, beyond what I need.
    Of beauty and breast, so unlike the rest.
    A woman so strong, no match to her song,
    A woman so brave, whose lips I crave.
    So bold and so blonde, no words quite so fond
    So taken by thee, but none of them me.
    A lady so out, no whispers of doubt.
    A lady so real, whose love I can feel.
    Afraid to be true, unless it's with you
    No light to our spark, a love in the dark.
    ©therealsiobhann

  • yatharth_singh_chauhan 24w

    देर शाम को दरबार बर्खास्त होने के बाद महाराज अपने शयनकक्ष में महारानी के प्रेमालिंगन से अपनी थकान मिटा रहे थे। तभी सेवक ने आकर कोई ज़रूरी सूचना दी और महाराज बुरा सा मुंह लिए कपड़े पहनकर चले गये।
    महाराज के जाने के बाद, कोने में खड़ी महारानी की खास प्रसादिका आगे आई। महारानी के पास आकर, उनके खुले कपड़ों को देखकर बोली, "एक बात समझ नहीं आती, महारानी।"
    "क्या?" महारानी ने उसकी ओर देखकर पूछा।
    "आप महाराज से प्रेम नहीं करती फिर भी..."
    "फिर भी हमारे दो बेटे हैं, हमारी खुशी से हैं और रोज़ रात को हम इस हाल में पाए जाते हैं। यही न?" महारानी ने उसकी बात पूरी करते हुए पूछा। महारानी के चेहरे पर एक कोमल मुस्कान थी।
    उसे देखकर प्रसादिका भी मुस्कुरा दी और बोली, "जी।"
    महारानी खड़ी हुई और बोली, "हम महाराज से प्रेम भले ही न करते हों फिर भी अपने राज्य और पति के लिए हमारा दायित्व बनता है। अपने राज्य को हमनें दो वीर राजकुमार दिए हैं और अपने पति को हम उनका अधिकार, उनके हिस्से का प्रेम देते हैं। रानी होकर हम बहुत से राज़ ज़ाहिर नहीं कर सकते। उन्हें होंठों में दबाकर रखना पड़ता है।" महारानी उसकी ओर मुड़ी और आगे बोली, "जैसे यह हमारा एक राज़ है...और जैसे तुम हमारा एक राज़ हो।"
    प्रसादिका मुस्कराई, उसने महारानी के चेहरे को अपनी हथेलियों में भरा और उसके होंठों को अपने होंठों में।
    ©yatharth_singh_chauhan

  • cruelfang 25w

    Temptress(Scorpio Deity)

    I stretched you out six ways from Sunday,
    such a delightful sin.

    A mandala permanently graces your sternum, a beauty mark altar I've worshipped at many times before. The beacon below your mouth.

    I kiss my lips slowly against your tender skin as I work my way down the curves of your toned body.
    A sin escapes with every caress.
    Tantalizing trembles as our senses heighten.
    My only hope for salvation lies within your thighs,
    Heaven's glistening gates.

    I'll confess all my impurities with the stroke of my tongue, as your body quivers to the rhythm.
    The hymns you sing in the sheets are more powerful than the holy scriptures themselves. And your taste on my tongue, leaves me lusting in shambles.
    Mmm, the forbidden fruit of a sinner's bountiful harvest. Savor it, savor it.

    Repent, repent, I have been reborn.

    ©cruelfang

  • thepoet_j 27w

    Change

    ‪I have this rule... ‬
    ‪For every heartbreak
    ‪I give myself 2 bottles of wine.‬
    ‪That’s fine- ‬
    ‪Except... ‬
    ‪This time I’m two weeks sober. ‬
    ‪And my hair isn’t even blue. ‬
    ‪And I’m feeling sad but I’m tired of getting dru‬nk over you.