"Some thing for you", This is rated mature and its long so ya Options

[Heathasm]

Eyes
People of the bygone days are a race that only wishing could destroy or create
Stored in the depth of single tear drops grazing down to my Lips
From the all-seeing eyes of tenderness, above-they cannot hold in what they possess
They lore not from these mistakes, but relish in them for a distance
Down to my throat, choking the breath escaping on an exhale
That gradiates from the center of your back, a luscious decent for you
Such pleasure and climax elude the eyes, daring them to see...
My king can taste my tears, shredding the race of memories
All I could ever wish for, my eyes do see that

Lips
This weight of mine is cumbersome,
Plump-filled with love and cheapness
Grazing over foreign fluids, and of foreign lips
Such a sweet vanilla pardening
Between skin and young pink flesh
Re-growing throughout the years
To comprehend or rape them with
Your tongue would be either or not complex;
To trace them with your breath
Excites my sex and mind
For you, I am excited
For you, I am forever

Teeth
Clenching, making skin so perfect from rotten, in the mind of an initial psychopathic
Amplifying to elasticity for adjusting to the future of my past
Licks, guide the tongue to tender places, just for yours to unveil
Secretly, then wield it, like a newborn kitten’s, scraping the muscles walls in grating silence

Tongue
Tangible for my touch, flexible around your sex,
Gliding over your borrel designs, and stripping them so meekly
Performing to every word outcome from your open mouth
The tears dropping from my eyes filled of memorable dynasties
Catch yourself before they drop, you can’t rely on me

Mouth
Fluorescent color wraps it's beauty, surrounding my lips pale tone
Punishing the tongue with sticky attire, spread thin
Across my teeth again...time to rub it off on top your skin to blend

Lungs
Indulged and raped by a breath of air
A body that is needing
Bombarded and dried when running
Such an important thing,
Flawed by the stale song of breathing

Breath
Sadistic source, overpowering all
How I wish I were a fish
But even then my water
Would have a contaminate scent

Skin
Flawlessly endless, there for every need
Rip, tear, penetrate its silky soft being
Through layers or pink
To soft red, then scarlet,
Watching muscle open
Watching its far-lit bleed

[sabbyrina]

you`re very talented =)
looks like u worked hard on it ^^