http://slow.writerscafe.org/italianlove The original writings of author Adam Adams en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775951868 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Wish i could reverse such irreversible timesthat has nothing to do but to kill us alive. Recalling the moments; memorizing those wordsnever do much but kept us untouched... & broken... & hurt. Wish i could turn the clock running so fast; rustling through minutes and seconds at.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/italianlove/2774552/ The remembrance of people -can be captured in memories. Once written-and-read; changed-or-unchangedlike her diapers of stories - Untold & uncleared - Unidentified & timid leaving you sot and dipsomaniac in alkies; half unconscious and wino upon Puerto Rico Hoes nightleavi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/italianlove/2770271/ Wish it wouldn't, but...the time has gone leaving me lonewith the memories of her... keeping me haunting & torn.Wish i was her first and she would be my last Life would be some different at least, not the same as it has been in past.How to remove such pain?How to hide these scars?.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/italianlove/2169515/ happy rose day or may be, a propose day? why i love red? - your lips wear it & playblindfolded in love, you better do pray what next is to come, don't think & run awaynight is all mine, & you must be my preyhave ur night surrendered, to me, what to sayhappy rose day or may be, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/italianlove/2161829/ a quarrel between reality & dreams;her beauty with poison? or love - a kerosene?kisses on lips & smooches, procllene;& the drama in love she does to heartstrings.the difference b/w her pleasure; my sins;soft touches of her to my body, Eugene;& her memories to mind, i find.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/italianlove/2161438/ she's an optical phenomenon to heartthat has my sights & soul blurred.the more i tryna see her,the more i find me absurd.every touchè of her lips;those memories; & kisses;her foreplays & mimicsin Loveland of life & beauty with blisses;remind me the time, when age had us dissed.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/italianlove/2160808/ she's like an open book that everyone loves reading', thou' only a few understand http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/italianlove/2160275/ was standing in a "zone" and that is called "smoking" many people came but the one - she - was "rocking" i was standing by her side was she standing by mine? in her top with blue jean, i bet, it was tight; yeah, she worn damn black & white; walked toward t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/italianlove/2126533/ broken, sabotaged, & shattered but dreamed,life is a lesson, & love's to teachits chapters in words with bitterness, i drink once i am alive, though twice thou adeemed. ablazed in love fire, like a phoenix, ascreamed twice i loved her, & thrice she lived methough, as i wok.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/italianlove/2099809/ broken, sabotaged, & shattered but dreamed,life is a lesson, & people to teachits chapters in words with bitterness, i drink once i am alive, though twice thou adeemed. ablazed in love fire, like a phoenix, ascreamed twice i loved her, & thrice she lived methough, as i woke u.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/italianlove/2099719/ Long hair. Wow hi-heels.Seducing men like "Wagon-Wheels"Gurls in short skirts w/ prophecychasin' on men or they gonna be w/ proper zeal & trocheesgulping food down like o' chimpkinshaving me half drunk but lost in dreams. I see, proposed chicks w/ bad theives indulging vodka weari.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/italianlove/2098992/ Whether it's C-cocktail or M-mocktail,her love's like dark chocolate.Not only tastes good but lift my moodAlikely saying: "Bliss Of Solitude" -Insatiable food; entreaty thirstFlavonoids, her lipswith seasonal kiss; unhooked clips; get my body burstto the slake & feed; then wrip on fistwith .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/italianlove/2097861/ Every new gurl that i meetwith the pleasure of heat& the beat of her blitzgets me half drunk into the canal of s**t.Drawn & being drained with such wetness, i cheatStabbed & being mobbed likea rooster, quiet freak.Dancing all night with loosen up feet,she gets me why drunk or high o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/italianlove/2087014/ money can't buy her.adjective her body; walk be her verb.ejaculated in emotions.with ingredients of lust i stir.her soul be my castle; body --- a whirr.oceanic marsh-wisdomunfaithfulness doped ampere.the less i tryna feed, the more i cum succour...in feelings... her emotions -- a liq.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/italianlove/2083674/ she be dream catcher; the hacker of heartsseductive sweet shawty with burises & hurtsgave me blue dapples of love undisguisedunder d tryst of moon somewhere on starlights,i saw her offering me free giveaways of loveburnt & broken & sabotaged by people,she asked me to prioritize her above.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/italianlove/2062413/ Life without love be like fog without wisp; fire without lit; smog without air & the sailor without ship. I saw many flowers without leaf's; trees without root; in the hiss of cruxed gist, saw people dying in hunger for love queinng in wait-list. There should be the meaning for love not merely b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/italianlove/2054358/ Phantom i am not? Anger runs in my veinsAggression - a s**t; has own space on my brainShe loves me being rebellion, my violence i fainBurnt like an ember vid fire, she got me insane.Craziest us two in the kitchen; on shelf,I lift up her leg - first right, & then leftHer hands on my b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/italianlove/2048911/ being shackled in love& lost in your dreams,the pleasure of nightstuffed with all sinsmakes me more satan-icto cut down your wingsbut beauty you arei got you on spinsyou spread legs wide openi kiss your white chinput my fingers in you, & i there within. the hum of your .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/italianlove/2048358/ mine eyes love it thou' doth beginsher love - a cocktail - love cockpit to sinsfascinating her soul, 'nutter beverage, i drink& heart - an amazement for the vendors of dreams.dreamcatcher she is not,tequila sunrise FL she brings.every breath that she takes... ? ---such an intoxicat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/italianlove/2034355/ 1:00am the prison of passion~~~the strangeness & magic. love crystal. hate static.her exhibition of fate, half trimphant, half tragic.kiss cools down her temper, when she is frantic.hugs work like fire passion & pump up soul, classic.when i touch her bare lips, she touches mine w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/italianlove/2033469/ lying naked 'pon the bed of red roses,she asked the devil to be kind.he puffed at her naivetysoftly kissing in 'twix her white thighs& taking her leg up, a bit wide;looking deep at into those starring eyes,he cuffed but smooched her eyebrows, levis.and...she took a deep moanund.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/italianlove/2029412/ us men's life is like a dog 🐕 without owner, & life without zeal underfed, starved, desperate & notoriously forbidden by the hunger of lust. every time a b***h ditched on damn dog, feelin rather bein abondoned, he still puts his mouth & droolin & licking her p***y besides of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/italianlove/2028555/ gurls be some waste material of trash born stupid & highborn & brought up in hell;sold & hold up to dwell...into the bedroom of vultures, alive.behind the locked room, beyoncee they bouncing& riding the night drinking b-beer & smacking hash, d-drugs, alright. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/italianlove/2028312/ outside the world, i'm the one screamed.voices in my head, unkept words, do i keep.to me, this world? - F-brothel of sin - way wicked, sicked & cheapkillin my vibes... sleepin on life's stream.every day i'm stepped out...only da hate, bait of fate i re-deem; don't find me safer {outsid.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/italianlove/2027367/ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~a gurl ain't no b***h. she's not even any object at all. she's something that keeps running over us men's head 24x7 like a weed, drinking all day & night, eating & smoking, puffing at life, bingé having sex, squirting orgasm multiple timeslying next to someone half naked-.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/italianlove/2011650/ her body a marked deck of shaded card,disoriented, shuffled, & stared by the master of its sea;soul - a glamour of enigmawell caressed & smooched by the owner of sea-ship...often nudged me, & touched me,& woke me up...over the glamour of these theseus nights.i reshuffled the sha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/italianlove/2011324/ Forgetting past is not that easy neither has life been that easiest to be living at all. In our day-to-night life, we all passing through something that's either making us feel so alive or utterly feel half dead in a quater of day "specifically" overnight, and in b/w that, we're all lost... somewher.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/italianlove/1932307/ Life turning into mess; becoming more hazel to this unsolved world. Neither i'm left with more words to spell nor have anything to say to anyone at all. The priorities to life... and the disturbance of love with the load of pressurized wealth... everything crushing me so deep down underneath the fee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/italianlove/1916171/ time ain't in my handif 'twas,i'd have reversed it in grand;would've taken her to my hutch;have had her real slammed... on the table; at ye door;in lone kitchen& then...whirled her; banged unto the floorlike a ho! of boulevard with a surname sounds-called: w-horebut... time's real.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/italianlove/1873916/ my father never treated my mom right. he just needed her to warm his bed. the same thing i doin' with ladies -- the daughters of others. and i shan't do this anymore. i shan't treat ladies the way my father treated 'em long ago. it's not necessary to be just like your father. it's not important to b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/italianlove/1873873/ under the semen of winter,the hum of spring she brings& ov'r the chum of summer,i imbue sy saffron w/ hi coloringssome may call 'tis love --an illegal contract with her offerings i sinew the shape of her bodyO! pleasin' the soul on cheerful things;unfurling the stamen of lust;& atrociou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/italianlove/1872922/ neither us men understand ladiesnor 'em ladies know-ing us menlove be more like yo fariesthat us men tastin' shawty's papain. the shape of goddamn ladies;wakinwake us up so longtill anew beginning of sunlight.some ladies're damn hot& some, may be, will never hothotness resided in their beau.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/italianlove/1868063/ it's easy to be lost. but hard being naive. once you're fallen, your life's on reave. i ain't know this world nor the world de' knows me. half of my life spent in the capri i worn carefree.neither my destiny found nor the fate shippedmay be, i'm mistaken, & the heart's lone lipped.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/italianlove/1865248/ i know am being wrong. can't ya make me right?i used to take kif sinsemilla in guise of your high-sighs.do i call me writer? or an erotic flirt?i write naked scripts...upon naked bodies that i hurt.into the nights' of love, the love; &  us two hums.can't ev'n write new lyrics as i'm used to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/italianlove/1864869/ day starts with ladies;lone nights ended at homes. they all good daughters of bad daddies& their love --- a fire in cold storms. i ain't understand ladies;pre se, only feel their foamswhisper, love, & lies. i offer roses without red-thorns. their lips talk to my bodymy body ma.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/italianlove/1864859/ and she said, "you can get lost as far as i'm concerned"i felt abundant,"what the hell have i done!"ladies're weakness, damn, ladies be strengththey only look hot...as long as they be quiet & at length.damn, they so chirping. i block 'em in heartthen do they wonder, why do i hurt?i don't ha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/italianlove/1864856/ i know the chapter. but never learn it twice.a book's more like lady that i oft. read every midnight.. then do i understand the price of her nights'but sometimes, i'm being loosen-control which further had me lost...in some analogies of paradoxical time.perhaps, i take her t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/italianlove/1864527/ she's gonna dance all night.loosen up your feet along with hers.just don't make yourself look like a foolby loosing a sil' control of yours.she can be the reason of your love;can be the disastrous cause to your miserable nights'just enjoy the time as long as you can& let her live the w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/italianlove/1864526/ i be mr. frank. she my miss frankiee.she strips down herself. i throw her h-hankiethen tear off her panty. i know be mr. wanky. she ain't barbie doll but a bee-cum-lady spanky. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/italianlove/1864275/ call me yo b*****d. i ain't no your pastor. i do read bible in love with slave master. you be my lady -- the lady, love-caster. then bring me damn trouble in nights of disaster. i find the history in your body-cum-cadastrei ain't know what's hidden, but i be forecaster.i meet you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/italianlove/1864242/ life's quite simple. we make it quite hardlove spills down life's lyrics as aye heart be its bard.i ain't no poet, but poetry, i live byi re-shape what's d-distorted, & wonder, it's so why?people gon' judge you, no matter what you doit's real de-motivation. i a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/italianlove/1864217/ we negotiate treatin' women rightbut expect 'em to feed us men 'ight.hardly we care of their heartbut oft. enjoy having the pleasure of their night. the goblet of wine... they are... oft. make-s us feel drunk in lovetheir love be more like marijuana...being so fed 'pon an every layer of us.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/italianlove/1862317/ the cause to our depressionis women.women be the reason to its anti-succession. hardly prioritized antidepressant they aresometimes, heal us upso sometimes, tear us men apartlike a breath of flower,a bee loves being showered...with honey,we -- the bugs -- make 'em look more like .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/italianlove/1862314/ damn! this life -- the life's good.we long to live, & live the hood.alive, we are, but how? for long?the love's life, but where's this home?we want to search, we need to findbefore the time yo eats us alive. here, & there, babe! where's my love!?love's lost so am i in (the) worldthe wor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/italianlove/1862056/ as long as we don't have "sense",our life's sane,& love has its own incense.naivety reflects off.. the ribs of kind beautytrue romance it comes to fetch...ev'n without amounting the size of b-booties.then, soon we're stepped out to 'tis wicked world.life becomes sudoku...& love looms mo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/italianlove/1862028/ it's a vulgar o' ye dang night& your body gonna get high.throw your sandals right on the floor.i'm gonna tear your lingerie; make ya sigh!baby, aye-aye, no goodbyeyour moan gonna make you damn 'ightevery scream that you babe takegonna make you more fragile. your p***y's so tighti'm gonna ma.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/italianlove/1858001/ don't give me reason. just give me what i want.baby, i'm freed pigeon; will haunt your eye-c**t.i ain't no typewrite; but will rune love-texture...into your body in italic font;do write the novel on your body;but won't let anyone read it, i know i'm sure, daunti'm the pleasure of v-venominfatua.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/italianlove/1857979/ will take you into the castle of love.the fire we bring. pleasure will i shove.pigeon will i be. & you be my dove.i prioritize you the first... of all things above.will bow down my head to your feet that'll i kiss,i be your man; will make you my miss.will get you jimmy-choo, & elvis, br.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/italianlove/1856978/ and finally she's being sold out just for 100$. i still remember the eve. since me & one of my friends named Rick were awaiting for the bus on friday, eve.. at 05:10pm. he had to move to Las Vegas, 7-8 hours journey he had to travel that night. the bus was quite late that day. so we'd sit s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/italianlove/1856931/ i f**k your p***y; tits in bits,then'll love you till you're pissed;shove your a*s, i chew your c**t;suck your bud, & break your wrist.you'll cry & scream. get wheeled.i'll whirl ya around, untwist.get on my lap. hey baby... sit!i'll bounce ya... right on my dick.90 degree angle is so straig.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/italianlove/1856912/