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Say My Name

Curiousity is definately an understatement,
an obsession, or crazy desire. More like it.
The smell, the sound, feel or taste.
All senses working as one to create it, 
a higly addictive state of mind, full of haste.
Anyone can or can't, make it happen or work it.
Expressions, and high emotions 
or is it just the motions?
Is it your surroundings that create, this 
vindictive passion?
Or is it words that get this fantasy going?
It's a different motivation for everyone, 
result is the same.. I want you to say my name.

Copyright © Olivia Huddleston | Year Posted 2011



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Painless

Take my heart, blow my mind. 	
Throw me down, listen to me whine.	
Speed my pulse, flush my face.	
Reel me in and off my tracks.		
Watch my eyes fade to black.		
Tear me up and crush my soul.	
Eat my heart out for that is your goal.     
Darken the sky and chill my skin.	
Make me throb deep within.		
Shove my body against a wall.
Agressive, mean, and most dangerous of all.  
Get me going with your touch,		
Make my blood come out in a rush.	
Bruise my skin and slit my wrists.	
Make me clench my dirty fists.		
Run me over with your madness.	
Kill me easy, quick, and painless.

Copyright © Olivia Huddleston | Year Posted 2011

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Country Side

There's this void in me, 
that I thought you had filled.
You held me in your arms, 
and away went my guilt.
The warmth of your skin,
burned me to the core.
The fire that torched my soul, 
kept me wanting more.
Knees buckled and my stomach lurched,
I couldn't get enough.
Your bruised knuckles and country side,
and my soft skin andagainst your fingers to rough.
You were never mine, 
but it's like you left me for her.
your blue eyes and freckled skin,
My heart tattered, I'm bitter.
I need you back,
all I can see is you back with me.
You're the best thing I could ever get,
though it's very hard for you too see.

Copyright © Olivia Huddleston | Year Posted 2011

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Cowboy Boots and Spittin'

Lust is out, passion's comin' in
    here you're comin'.
    Arms open wide, welcoming me in
    to your cowboy boots and spittin.
    Bitch's glue don't hold you down too well!
    imma secret, and you're an escape.
    You're how I get outta Hell
    i'm the mistake you sought out to make.
    So comon' babe, let's make it again
    cause I gotta say I'm hooked.
    You know you're tempted and I know your grin
    We've been breakin' promises since you first looked.

Copyright © Olivia Huddleston | Year Posted 2011

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Hold Me Under

Rough skin, hot touch. 
Smells, sounds, and the rush.
Blue eyes, freckled skin.
My curly hair and your dimpled grin.
Deep sighs, and our sweaty bodies.
I'm hot, out and in- you're all I've got.
I'm nothing, but still I'm something to you.
You ______ me over, while your feelings grew.
I regret nothing, but need you boy.
I hate you, and I love you- you treat me like a toy.
Nails dug deep, moans quietly growing louder.
The fire you set to my body is your only power.
I've lost myself in this, 
all I've got is everything you have, here's a kiss.
I can't help but wonder,
let me go or hold me under.

Copyright © Olivia Huddleston | Year Posted 2011



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Dirty

I watch you pull at the sheets, 
tugging my hair and in a pattern of expectations
-you always meet.
Nails in my skin, digging deep. 
Welts building up, and sounds break our heavy silence,
I knew what you wanted from what I could see.
Sin clouds our pure, clean minds,
I look up at your hand intertwined in mine.
Hell yeah, this is it.. out of breath I gasp in air, 
you're loving this, pulling at my hair.
To get a little dirty is never a bad thing,
when you're searching to please.

Copyright © Olivia Huddleston | Year Posted 2011

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Southern Man

A few months back, I met you.
Strong, silly, lean Southern man.
Separated by years, but only a few
Nervous I was and I wanted to, but never ran.
You and I weren't meant for much, 
I was just a hit it and quit it.
But you changed your mind when our lips first touched.
You were just the fire that I needed to be lit
Soon after, I had begun to fall.
Yet you never answered when I called.
Then you found your way into her arms again,
leavin' me behind.
You told me that it soon will end,
but I couldn't get you off my mind.
So you stopped me and let me down
for her, the little girl I wish to be.
Now I'm stuck to ____ around,
But I only want you, you with me.

Copyright © Olivia Huddleston | Year Posted 2011

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Left For Dead

One last conflict, one last attack.
It's just a lie, but I'll not be back.
Another hit. Another tear shed.
I promise you, you'll be left for dead.
Forget your ____, forgot your "love"
You're pretty much digging your own grave, _____.
Red pressure swells under my skin
violence like flames under gin.
I'm not phased by your apologies...
So shut the ____ up- pretty please?
Run from me, it makes it more fun.
Please challenge me, I like it when you 
fall, done.
I "love" you... if it's really what you wanna 
hear me say.
Honest, I don't know those words-
I'm not gonna play. 
Don't say I didn't tell ya,
don't say I didn't warn- 
I've resented you since I was born.

Copyright © Olivia Huddleston | Year Posted 2011

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Just Can'T Stop

It's a game in itself
lies, lust, and agression.
They say,"you're playing a game"
well, hun class in session.
It's this complex idea that you're not alone,
you have a God given mate.
Well most won't find them
the sex, the money, and the dates.
Caught up in a theory of epic proportion
when it's minor, and quite simple.
It's only to fill the emptiness
then the heartbreaks seem to ripple.
Like a stone in the water
skipping on top.
It's just a game,
so addictive you can't stop.

Copyright © Olivia Huddleston | Year Posted 2011

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Let It Out

If you feel it coming, and you don't know why       
Let it out.		
If the churning makes you wanna cry       
Let it out.		
The burn is unforgettable and the release make you feel free.	
It's like it all came out just like one, two, three.	
Let it out.		
It's a feeling like no other, and it only comes when you let	
Two trembling fingers down your throat		
Just let go of your regrets.	
Everything that was once in will quickly come pouring out	
But the high you felt because of it makes you ignore all the doubt.	
Tears may fall and you might feel numb,		
But it all feels like it's worth it after you're all done.

Copyright © Olivia Huddleston | Year Posted 2011

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