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The erotic flow of Hoetry

25-Nov-2011

Hoetry
Flows from the mind of Seduction
As an artist I have developed a few outlets for expression. Among them writing has long been one drawn from passion, pain,  loss & gain.  Happiness & sorrow.Tears of yesterday and dreams for tomorrow.  When filled with emotions I must write 
when I floweth over my soul is in control. 
Enjoy my Thoughts song


Dining at the Y

As the lightening runs down my spine
Sweet electricity,fingers moving under my dress
sensations brew, soft wet caress of your lips upon mine
the storm is brewing inside me now making my pussy wet!
The very touch of your strong hand moving up my inner thigh

Met by a sigh of ecstasy, intoxicating thoughts spoken in your eyes
Your tongue on my neck the quiver of my lips your kiss making me high

Sliding your finger under my panties, pussy soft and wet see what you do
my nipples rock hard and clit erect moans of pleasure loud all gifts from you
Moving down kisses across my body the sweet taste of nectar upon your lips
legs quiver oh merciless tongue, no escape strong arms around my hips

rolling eyes, hands grip sheets, body shaking, screams of Passion
exotic eruption, pussy throbs, your dinner my satisfaction

Releasing my grasp from the back of your head
With much appreciation I look you in the eyes
sweet nectar on your chin making me grin
Thank you for dining at the Y

Do Come again~

Justine Rain~


Oooh Pimped Out Ho

Pimped out Ho how does your mind work?  You give him all of your money while he treats you like dirt~

you believe his lies, every line laid phony
willingly you fall for it all knowing you'll never be his one and only!

Maybe you'll be that lucky one outlast them all, 
so you can say you've won
even then what really is the prize a washed up pimp who's wells run dry?

The truth is if he really loved you...
if you meant one single thing
He wouldn't want to share you
he'd put on your finger a ring.

Or is feeling important for you
a sense of belonging, being part of a team..

is that all it takes for you to feel like gold?
What will you do when your last trick is sold?

Take some advice from me..
a fat ho that's 42 years old

I cruise down the street in my Escalade 
that I bought myself with the dough I made
I come and I go as I please  in control of the time I spend on my knees!
All the money I make is mine, no one dictating my time 
I prefer this life by far, I'm on team J.R

So the next time he tells you how much you need him
tryin to convince you alone your future looks dim
open your eyes and take a look around
there's a lota us out here gettin it by the pound
with no daddy other than the one that made us
we don't fuck with leaches we fuck with the men who pay us!

Justine Rain~


The biggest lie told was you
Deep within the bowels of hell spawns evil of those which fester
The sloth takes hold of idle soul, the mirror now reflects lesser

Paint drips down your face as your mask begins to fade
your plans of ruin a cold dark tomb~ become the bed you made
misplaced hate, jealous rage turns you become the one played

Oooh how the plot was to end when rehearsed inside your head
all your dreams of a life stolen are as your heart now dead
the web of lies you wove each night leading another to your bed
the very food you now graze upon bitter truth of lies you said

Every wrong we do to a heart that's true is the pain we soon live
refusal to right the dark of night more lies are all you have to give

Eternity of betrayal, each beginning gives birth to ending the same
selfish destruction, worthlessness rings in the mention of your name
your fate led you back to the gutters from which your true self came

No tear from an eye of no regret flows sincere
exposed for that which is you, the truth  revealed , your greatest fear

By your own design carelessly sewn with a tare across the center
toxic stench seeps from your pores, festering jealousy was your mentor

Defeat born of dastardly deeds produced the glory you shall meet
no passage of redemption, bridges burned, destruction your intention
feasted upon a hand that fed you, nasty habits of betrayal you repeat
forgotten results blinded by lying eyes again you shit where you eat

Only one of two choices remain one brings new beginnings for change
the second repeats your cycle of deception  ending  with no gain
greedily with disdain wrong choice made from a mind gone insane

Did you think you could make someone pay for being what you wanted
or take that which was not earned or deserved  with the rotten bait flaunted

Looking back all the signs were there, the envy spilled from your eyes
to lazy to succeed, a heart filled with greed, intentions born of lies

Self pity is the symptom of the disease eating away at your soul
you are not a victim of those you betray with evil as your goal
a woman worth the love she seeks would never sell her soul 
a woman of no worth gives it freely to dumpster diving trolls

Wake up smell denials stench rotting deep deep inside 
ungrateful taker of all you see this is the end of your free ride!

Justine Rain~




The Kiss of Sweet Surrender


All little girls dream of a fairy tale, the flutter of a butterfly the first one felt seemingly it could get no better, Until she read her first love letter

I Like you if you like me check box two

Flattery a rush a little girls first blush...

All these things to her brand new, excitement of her youth. Over years drowned in tears her heart is broke in two. With out complaint she carries on as a woman should, Dreams lost to fairy tales faded memories of childhood

Laughter fills empty spaces with comfort of control, She locks away her hearts key She tucks away her soul Loves thieves never to release her dreams stole, Soldiers scars worn with pride, battles won, head held high

Warriors Heart to carry the sword strength would mold, She wins the battle to gain control never again will she let go The teachings of lessons taught and lies told,

Daily battles fought alone empty still her Kings throne

Happiness in little treasures found, The sweet smell of a summer breeze, the first rain on dry ground.

Her bright smile hides the tears of her hearts secret buried deep by the years...

She laughs and they cant see, the truth, her secrets deep unknown her aching soul weeps

Only she knows the pain of what never was not one kiss given, not one single touch came from the lips or hands of love.

For all the love she shared so free not one whose lips touched hers had eyes that see her heart, her dreams, her soul they would never reach.

Her weakest moments faced alone, dark nights oh so long Control whispered promises to right all these wrongs

a shield of protection, shelter from the storm Wrapped itself around her, a wall was formed

Triumphs won accomplishments gained, still secret desires remained.

Yearning to be free of decision, control had become her prison.

The sound of your voice the sweetest song ever heard to erase all my fears With one look in my eyes your strength took hold and released my soul

unlocked the gates, tore down the walls took full control

The sweetest taste upon lips so tender

Your lips touch mine,a gift

The Kiss of Sweet Surrender


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