@ Perverse

How can I be your seduction...
Bend you through the window pane, ass arched over the sill
This intensity is too deep to be a thrill.
You are the animal irresistible my grit seeks
Paralyze my pores with your teeth
Grind your walls till your falls are orgasmic leaks

finger on your clit, my grip on your neck choke
Stroke, choke, choke, stroke till your inner thighs soaked
Suck, suck, suck on the sides of your lips and bites on the side of your neck

I'm deep in it till your pores are high off your flesh
You even have my pupils erect
My passion is invested in your breast
This is our freedom not sex

Stroke, choke, choke, choke, till black out is close
Suck, suck, suck, nut, till your inner thighs soak

My imagination is high, sniffing lines off your mind
Licking the curve of the arch defined in your spine
Punish you like no trail for a crime
Embrace your clit till its swollen
Till you cream, cream, cream, enough to give facial to a mormon
Face pressed on the ground our tension can raise the floor in

Stroke in, soaked skin, stroking like its sporting

Skip sanity, these mirrors surround us for vaginal vanity
At anytime you can sip the dick manually
I am perverted, and you are my perverse profanity

U can tie me down or tie me up
Whichever way is best for you to fuck with out humanity


R-Vin H. {Ink} ©2012

© Our Walls

Your Walls, Your Walls
Those bricks of Frustration, bricks of Decaying Trust
bricks and bricks of fear

I’m Scraping at your Wall with bare fingertips till i’m Bloody Nails

Your Walls
I’ll defile your fucking Walls to destroy them to dig the Truth out of the Space you’re protecting from my love

If ! can’t take your Poison Walls Down, i’ll use the grooves in my fingerprints to traction on your Bricks of lies

Your Bricks of Deceit, Your Bricks built on tears of your past
I’ll traction these Bricks barehanded until i’m over your facade
Until i’m over being Exiled from your sacred Island

If I have to taste the shaving of dust off the rancid Bricks of past relationships

I’ll taste the Pain

It may not make me understand but I would definitely recognize the Purpose of your Fort

WAIT (What Am I Thinking)
WAIT (Where Action Is Truth)

WAIT ..Maybe it’s Me
Maybe I’m not the balance of purpose you desire
Maybe i’m not the understanding or the truth
or
Love you can leave with or grow with
Maybe i’m the Brick of difficulty at the root of your wall
Maybe my character isn’t the type you can see yourself giving all trust to nor berth children with

Maybe I am the Wall
Maybe its my Assumptions and Judging


R-Vin H. {Ink} ©2012

Need To

Need To More Than Exist
Need To Love Someone Who Fuels You With Inspiration
Need To Love Someone Who Fuels Your Dedication/Drive/Visions
Need To Love Being Uniquely You

Need to Love Every Crevice of Brittle Passion.. Every Nerve Ending of your Visions that Passion Penetrates
Need to Love Surrounding your Path with Progressive/Crazy/Freedom Minds who’s Imaginations can Corner the Earth into a Crease where the Galaxy Folds to their Unlimited Visions

Need to Force your Self to Stay up Battling Exhaustion to Creative a Complete Reality towards your Dreams
Need To Sacrifice what Has to be Sacrificed to Accomplish all Elements of Building your Goals

Need To Swallow Criticism and and Spit it in the Wind because Your self Criticism fuels you as a Fuckin’ Perfectionist
Need to Innovate Breathing for Anyone Who Experiences your Work

Need To Love Yourself before You Attempt to Love Another
Don’t Need to Be Loved..

Don’t Love to Be Needed, it Keeps you From Being Humble

Need To Elevate


R-vin H. {Ink} ©2011

Moist Visions

Staring at Eachother with…. ...Verbal Silence and Deafening Sex Through Dangerous Eyes, Leaving Orgasms Drippin’ from Eachother’s Corneas

R-Vin H. {Ink} © 2011

© Ribbed Width Passion

Ride this raw Passion Clip
Sucking nectar from tip of the clit
Licks lips swirling my tongue around the labia

Pulling back the clitoris hood while i suck softly fingering
the lips
Sucking every stranded drip

Till you pelvic jerks uncontrolled and demands the Dick

Seducing the Exterior/Interior vulva till orgasms submit
inferior from Exhausted Squirting

Make you feel as if before this you were a Virgin

Spirits become slurred stirred in our anatomy's merging
Sixes to Nines the body's heat Index is redefined while
you're delivered from my serving

My nut takes flight with out bird wings.. Swallow my being
deep into your third skin
The fabric of your True Genetic.. This passion is
Extraterrestrial extra kinetic

Begging you to punish me in your fetish

Sucking the side of your inner thigh like I'm Searching for a Life Purpose
Anything that exist out of your Orgasms are Worthless...
The curve in my shaft will show your Atheist Ass what Church is..
Remind you why we enjoy the Definition of what Birth is..

As your pussy squirts on the double stitched curtains

I'm ribbed for Pleasure
Rib your back Rib your Ribs on my Deep Endeavor

I want those Eyes Penetrating mine as we Evolve in Utopia
Back shots at an acute angle to send the Curve Deeper
Pasting our pelvic areas with clit tarp..
Sucking lips that don't talk.. but Speak Lust

Nectar leaks best after I pull out, Cum on your lips then slide back in and leak whats Left



Ribbed Width Passion R-Vin H. {Ink} © 2011

© Drenched High

U Can't Run when your pussy is wet on my Lips though
Knees might be too weak... Buckling at the sheets

U Can't Run when you gotta get up slow and your juices are stringed between your Clit
and my lips

U Can't Run when I'm running my tongue across your laminated lobes
Lips studded by moist taste buds tracing the genetics or your 3rd orgams

Encoding my Erection in the data base of Back Shots

Till its a figment of your imagination
how I change the pigment of your complexion from certain strokes in Concessons
Airborne your squirts till you violate FAA air space

U Can't Run when this tongue slicks beneath the clits pulsating twitch

Lips slip on Lips

I catch your left lips with a slight grip and paint my insanity with a tough tip

The pleasures of unique interludes of nude humanity seduced beneath completely selfless serenity

U Can't Run... With your pussy throbbing and dripping on my chin
Intrusive with Passion till you're numb in the skin
Can't run getting your right lip sucked against your wet thigh captive to my tongues drenched high

U Can't Run when com dives
I see that cartridge of heat in the cornea of you pistol pupil

Rhythm that moist lip on the side of mine
I'll suck you out the side of your mind

Till your Expectations for Pleasure are Redefined
Just ride slow and use your muscles for traction on this wet path
Tongue subtracts lips in wet math

Fiber ops fucking till your pussy is wireless when connected to my lap top
U Can't Run... Squirting from back shots


R-Vin H. {Ink} ©2010

© Sippin' Orgasms

Across the galaxy I feel your existence

Wet before insertion
Width with conversion

Moist on my lips I paused to Taste Her Moist Moments
My tongue couldn't neglect the Pussy Pulsating
Insertion of my knowledge from the back I pull out vision exploding wisdom all over her wide eyed lips

Till your an orgasm I can sip

Serious Stimulation and Persistent Pressure
I Aim to Please at any undisclosed Measure

Curved for your Grafenberg
Not even a sentence is spoken after words
Walls wetting my width... A spiritual highness couldn't compare to this lift
Cumin' at the cusp of your Cervix

Ride this Erection Reverse
till you're so Wet you give the ocean a Fever pitch Thirst
Slow Sexing you from behind with arms around your sides playing with your nipples at rise

From the back of your head I could feel the passion in your Eyes
Slow grinding till only sleep can subdue your Unstable Thighs

Leave you Mentally liquefied and Subconsciously soaking
Walls are to be mural by width that's woven

I slip inside You
Slide on the Curve Side Ways and Grind when you Touch Base
Kerosene in the Cornea of your Fuck Face

Cum Suck Taste

You like it tied up, nipples pinched, hair griped tight, ribs bent side ways, ankles hand cuffed, ass spread open and mouth duck taped


Write poetry all over your Deep Back in Heat
Our Bodies cross boundaries like lines subtract Traffic
Sex driven till Rubbers Blow Off

I'll paint an Orgasmic Mural dripping off the frames of your Canvas
and
Go down on our city like Transit
Diggin' you out like D.E.P Drastic Electric Passion

Spurts of pleasure cream your Deep Walls
I just wana make you Squirt enough to Sprinkler the White House Lawn

Life must go on
Which is impossible with out sex, the physical
But Spirits Exchange with Passion- Beyond the Prior

With my Lips Sipping your Orgasm


R-Vin H. {Ink} ©2010

© Love From the Arms of Hell

Love from the Arms of Hell

Eternity became the stench of Agonies Smell
A strategy so deep the mentally challenged can Spell

‎But how do you disturb the mind of a fucked up Heart

We're the fluent rhythm of a subtracted togetherness like Syllables
Our celibate minds indulge in sadomasichist manipulations of mindless Pleasures

Infinity is a timeless Measure to our extension of Pain
The lies you told Acupuncture every hidden nerve in my Brain

Like the core of the sun on the nerve of an exposed scar Tissue
I was once was Head of State
Till our Marriage become a war Issue
And our poison towards each other drafted our under age kids to take sides on who dies/who lives
These waters are a foot shallow but too rigged to use a Bridge

You used to be my Muse to Live

Sex was so Wet water was like dust compared to It
Sucked so Good another couldn't cum near to It

Once your Saturn star
Now am a dim lit nova sitting in the Nose Bleed section of the Galaxy watching star wars

Leaving bleach with tar Scars
Leaving reach out of our kids Hands
This season reached its Span

Between U and I

And it feels like Love from the Arms of Hell



R-Vin H. {Ink} ©2010

© Passion Ice Jones

Intelligence is what life Intoxicates...

If wisdom was porn knowledge would be orgasmic to the simple mind
with out sight
vision can still be amplified
Instinct turns the unknown from being blind
Build on the strengths of Experience to put time behind
so it doesn't run out like an infinite line
Loyal tongues Crown the clit and put the pussy on a Shrine
till it cums concurrent as water aligned

I am the author of the mind

I have entrepreneurial goals to shivers inventions spine


Nothing is a Right, everything is a Privilege
Nothing is all right if everything is Limited
You began with Life and death should be the last thing you finish with
Your legacy is where you're spirited

Bravery is unconditional like Slavery is unconditional
I give you love to age with me unconditional
This kind of potency is un-traditional
We leave them so deep in disbelief they define our perseverance (past and present) as mythical

Is your fact Truly an Act for Residuals???

I'm so focused in my aura not even air is Invisible

I pleasure the Universe like each Galaxy is a Vagina

I'm Dark and laid back
too cool
like an Eclipse on a Recliner


R-Vin H. {Ink} ©2010

© Tongue Your Pink Chocolate

This Passionate Exxxstasy doesn't Quit

I could put kiwi slices in your pussy and suck them off your lips
Pulsating your vulva with stimulation till its swollen thick
And dark as an Eclipse

Lick across my collar bone and run the edge of your teeth down my abs
Run your lips across my pelvis to my shaft
I got a curve where degrees of calculus couldn't calculate the math
The technique is clean yet so Brash

Ride the curve till your body language is slurred
till your squirts stutter on my tongue
U can spit the truth or swallow these heroes unsung


I wana tongue your pink chocolate
This Passionate Exxxstasy doesn't Quit


I get Submerged in that pink chocolate Myst
Laminating my lips with every drip my tongue missed

Pulling the panties aside by the strap
and
Suck the lips from the back
then
Spread them open to faucet that water tap

Consistant Penetration in your moist walls
Your lips grinding the curve side ways got you moaning till your voice falls
I pull out cause its too wet to believe and dip back in cause its to moist to leave

Put pressure on your pelvis, two fingers stilmulating the grafenberg
Sucking the clit till your thighs lock in my head
Knees bend in from legs extended
The back arches in.... hips visciously flip at acute angles
Soon to reach a peak the nerves of pleasure strangle

Your pussy thirst what's thick
So I work with width

Life without Pleasure is Life without Birth
Life without Passion is Life without Worth

I wana tongue your Pink Chocolate
This Passionate Exxxstasy doesn't Quit


R-Vin H. {Ink} ©2010

© When High

When High

Her Impeccable Speech... Similar to Ignorance wove with Wisdom to Evaluate both ends of a Black and White spectrum

This shit is beyond the rectum

Her Exterior is a Biracial Beauty but her Immune System Investigates the Racial Tension between the White (Pilgrim) blood cells and (Indian) Red blood

When High
She quotes "Fake friends master the science of a dead hug"

I quote "Visionaries are Invisible to first sight but Blinding when Registered to the retina"

But genetics couldn't pair us, couldn't define our thread, couldn't evoke our ancestry


When Sober
We lack a Deep Connection
Sound can only walk a Bridge of Air so far
Light can only penetrate a League of Water so shallow

Yet we evaluate elements of levitation when high

We Invest in the depth of communication when high

Invest in Mutual funds, prophet from mental seeds, freeing contaminated minds, preserving heated moments as laminated time, when high

When Sober- -We touchdown
...with blind wisdom as souvenirs we never unwrap

When our eyes are smoked
She quotes "Don't get your false image tarnished by Truth"

I quote "Ignorance of truth is the potent poison of misleading images"

Our spirits are a science on a high so limitless... Only if we could fly when we walk

Never the same sober.. So realities pain is never over
This poisonous luxury strikes like a leather cobra

When High - Our Turbulence is Tolerance on our final descent


R-Vin H. {Ink} ©2010

© My Planet on Mute

Liquefy my Mind

Redefine the abstract obscure to realigned

Electrify my limited sight to an expanded vision collecting the scope of collective elements

So I can experience your kind

Of thought ...un-processed but well constructed

Molest my mind and keep it abducted- its 7am but the strength of black love has the rise of the sun reluctant...we orgasm darkness to dusk

Sink this passion where you part with your lust- -till there's cream around your throbbing cusp

Teach me resilience in a space of cluttered thoughts that can acknowledge free thought

Our connection is the deception between a cycle and restart

Impregnate the Muse to Breed Art

No embryo has a free start
There's still still-birth
There's still SIDS
There's still an absence of power in Religion
There's still life leaving after birth
And Through This Life
You're Still There but Never Here

Capture the Purity of Raw Unaware Enthusiasm like a wild child

I'll hack black water so the government won't keep your foreign skin on file

I'm in lust with the way you walk a thought the distance of a mental mile...when a speckle of the subject was never on your mind

You're such a photographic deception...

There still is the truth hidden to the naked eye
There still is the image of illusive truth
There still is your ownership of my freedom
There still is nothing that can be redone
There still is hate for element that collects you as a human inhumane

This is My Planet on Mute


R-Vin H. {Ink} ©2010

© Brim of Uncontrolled

I missed her mind
Her Intelligence Perfecting its Prime

Her Incredible Awareness of her Sensuality/Sex appeal
Pinching nerves of my Experience with her Skin Tissue Wisdom

Invading the Void
and full filling the Yearn for Creative Substance
A Nu Coat of Fixated Complexion

At the brim of Uncontrolled Urge to Acquire her Absence
she slides in the Side of my Vision
like sun light cracks through split oak doors caressing the wood panel floor

Almost Exploded ...I imploded
at her Returned Existence as a Poetic Infix Infiltration

There is No Administration
that can Write the Right to this Freedom she gives me in any democratic constitution

I Embrace beyond Belief and lace along her Sweets
a Thickness that's Impeccable when Deep

We are a Birth that Death can't meet


R-Vin H. {Ink} ©2010

© Euro Bleach

This Eclipse Complexion is the purest Essence of the Equinox at Tilt

Euro Currency has no balance of change to filter the filth of mental conform of what beauty Is

Dark Features are the Synonym of Diamond Coal and Glitter Galaxies
The mystery of dark body language is expressed like a Cripple Adjective on a foreign lisp.... This is what keeps the Blue eye curious/confused between what's visual and what's illusion about the Beauty/Power/Survival/Consistency of a people

As Dusk Bleaches the Sky and darken my Chocolate with earth toned UV rays NU fazed till blue Glazed ...Loving your skin through the consistent suffocation of media and repetitive stifling of societies definition of beauty is True Brave

The Chocolate Context -thick streams- Deep as the Historical path of our Conquest

Why Purposely Fade what's Perfectly Made

R-Vin H. {Ink} ©2010

© Unconditional Passion

Seduced by the diamond charcoal complexion that Indulged the exterior of her interior pink ruby radiance... As legions of liquids laminate her heated inner thighs...

My passion stood memorized like a new born that's never prepared for existing but ambitious for the journey

Where I discovered her Inexperience of Completeness

The bigotry that Pain oppresses upon Love.. Is the segregation between her clitoris and convulsions.. But Mind Stimulation is the ink printed on the bill of Seduction for Emancipation of Orgasms -the Union of Spirit and Pleasure

The slow grinding width of Unconditional full throttle

Ribbed shaft muscles redesigning what ribbed pleasure is ...her vaginal nerves thinner than the air between an eye ball and its lid... Experiencing every dig and Extracting

Her Powerless pulls of Breaths scuffle at the wind pipe trafficking inhaled/exhaled air...and stand still moments of pleasure streaming between the lips of black stars ...dripping like wet oiled paintings slanted at display

We're at a place where limit/shame and second thought has no existence... and fear has no relevance

I'm well Equip to Execute Passion with Excellence... Leaving a Body of Art as Evidence

The Mind Openly Pulsating as teeth slightly scrape down the back with a bottom lip moistening the flesh in preparation

Sex is Best when Its Education for Ignorant Areas of un-learned Satisfaction

A Pleasure that's searched till she javelin squirts!

Eruption Suction, A consumption of sucked tongues till the Nut cums in Continuous Conundrums

Wipe it off the lips
And drip it on the tip of her Licks


The blue print of her Sex Appeal
The Architecture of her Curves..
The foundation of her Mental Stimulation
Builds a House but Her Intelligence builds our Home


Unconditional Passion

R-Vin H. {Ink} ©2010

© Her Own Blooded Flesh

She Abandon her Child
in the Vernerable Wilderness of Sexual Abuse
In the Murky suffocation of psychological sodomy

Seeds that sprout Detrimental sea weeds in a cesspool of self hatred

Knowingly She Abandon Her Child
Her Child

Caged in the Spirit Searing Pain Scars from Foced Sexual Advances

Her Child Violated of all Privacy

Touched in areas that has caused her child disgrace of self esteem

Her young Blood Flesh.. hates this kindred

hates this kindred that's an Adult ad-ult Add-Hault who never Added Hault
and Stifled the freedom of this child
and Poisoned their Perception of the opposite Gender

She Abandon Her Child
In the Vernerable Wilderness
Knowing the Beast prowls and letting it Feast


R-Vin H. {ink} ©2008

© Life Lung

Put some life in my Lungs
Breath in Me

Breath in me Entirely
Put your life in my Lung
Portrait your life in my Living
My longing to Live
Paint everything you feel about my being.. in Me

Creating textures of ink that create colors I never knew Existed
or Could believe to be... any part of my existing make up
Lure me away, away I can't direct, to indirectly connect

Paint visions one everything you See
percolate deep Visions in shallow blind spots
and Widths of Wisdom in Dark corners

Paint me Purposes not from pathetic Reasons

the Closest Furthest Connection in History of Man
and before you Lung the Truth into my Exterior

I Want to be Everything Possible


R-Vin H. {Ink} ©2007

© Burn Down The Soul

Burn down the Soul, like it has no Home
No birth canal, no Conception known

Inflame the Spirit
Burning at the bottom of the ocean Floor
is the body of a slave on a crucifix
While jesus walks Above

Burn down the Soul
It's the power of breathing in the strength of Death
Causing everything to exist Asthmatic
Caught evasive of the common, snese of sight
Existing in my individual Vision

Burning down the soul - arsenic to its Soil
To the 3rd Degree
Burns to the bone marrow of a earth worm
the Arrow of Wisdom through my Heart
Departed
and I felt like a pebble of sand on an Iceberg

Burning down my soul through stone dead cold eyes

Touching the soul like it's no body's child

R-Vin H. {Ink} ©2007

© Adjustment

I'm not cold hearted
I'm just conditioned to, Societies wind-chill

I'm not a problem to the public
the Public is a problem to Me

I have Morals
I've just adopted certain immoral acts to contend with imooral challanges

I don't have Hate
Hate places its passion upon the soul of my Reactions

I'm not an idiot
My brain just hasn't realized the rinse cycle the political laundromat has put it Through

I Haven't feel Victim
I have Just Adjusted


R-Vin H. {Ink} ©2000

© Bullet In My Back

You're A Bullet in my Brain
Damaging my train of Thought
Pellets pulling the pain Apart
Pictating its Pleasure
Paralyzing at its Peak

Staggering my Spiritual Spine of Soul Survival
Sold my life for you like Religion sodl the Bible
Only to be rewritten by lesser powers under the Original Author
my Morality

Changed for You
You were my only Reason to Be, You were like a
rose in the scorching dessert and I was a cloud
that Journeyed on a Odyssey from over the Oceans to Rain
On U

In the beginning
but the Rose turned to a Red skin snake, shedding scales
of rough hate on the grounds my hreart specifically miostened

A fortress of Fire and platoon of poison with passion to
protect me as a person from your cursings

featuring off fiction to attack the fact
You Are a Bullet in my Back


R-Vin H.{Ink} ©1999