When She Does It His Way

When She Does It His Way
Written Originally by Jennifer Soh Li Wen, 25th February 2014, Tuesday, 7:43 a.m.-8:05 a.m., Singapore, Inspired by Fifty Shades of Grey

He:

Raise your hands,
Stop right there;
Make it bare,
Hold it right there,
Don't just stare,
Don't also compare;
Be ready for stands,
Your hair strands,
I'm your man,
Do as I said;
Suck, trigger, and play,
Repeat day after day,
Until you find the way,
Make it easier and safe;
I'm gonna be straight,
I shall get you laid,
You won't get paid,
Yet you're my bait;
As I grab your face,
The rest will surface.

She:

You've me bare,
All you do is stare;
My cold sweat there,
Dripping in scare,
The air,
Kisses my skin fair;
The moment extraordinaire,
My body has no pair,
Take me as I am,
I'll make you go, "Damn!"
You're my man,
You make me glam,
You're the first I swear,
I accept no fare;
Don't stand right there,
Your eyes are rare,
You're aware,
Ready to tear;
You lick my sweat,
You reach my pet,
You kiss me wet,
Your finger in that;
You want it red,
I'm all you said.

Untitled Yet Again

Untitled Yet Again
Written Originally by Jennifer Soh Li Wen, 24th February 2014, Monday, 3:05 p.m.-3:12 p.m., Why do I have so many thoughts of him like now/today? -In Marsiling Drive, Woodlands, Singapore-.

I was at the train station,
KLCC was a relaxation?
At the ticket machine,
I turned around,
Anxious for awhile,
A moment you weren't there;
But you came upfront,
That, yet again,
An important second to me,
When you reached your pocket;
Honey, was that what you see in me?
Trust me; I wasn't interested in your money,
I had a shock as you weren't anywhere seen,
I was there alone; About to buy tickets twin;
I hope I didn't take any of your money,
Because, really, that wasn't what I mean.

The Tear You Juggled

The Tear You Juggled
Written Originally by Jennifer Soh Li Wen, 24th February 2014, Monday, 10:35 a.m.-11:03 a.m., In My Cousin's Room, Marsiling Drive, Woodlands, Singapore, Watching -"Read My Lips"- Lipstick Jungle's Season 2 Episode 8 and I came to thinking about my former Azizam Ali a.k.a. "loyal" Iranian/Persian boyfriend/lover of a year plus plus ago, whose lips are kissable and suit my type.

The wind breezing by,
The tones oozing by;
The thoughts passing by,
The feelings felt inside,
The water warming by,
The tub fit just nice;
The conversations we had inside,
You spread your legs and I was inside,
I dripped the water on your feet,
I was so calm; I could fall asleep;
Then, you had me fisting your stick,
Before that, you heard me sing,
Mr. Simon Cowell came out from your brick,
Then, you sang though I didn't know the meaning;
Then, it was Titanic surely Celine Dion was flattering,
She has the looks like Lipstick Jungle's Nico Riley,
After my first time tasting your dick,
I went to your face and hug you in the deep;
I gave kisses and you said, "Nice ass, huh?" to me,
I kissed your neck and cheek and finally to this,
I saw your lips and went for it,
I opened my eyes a little while yours closed beautifully;
Didn't you know how much it took for me to do it?
Thought it was fair that my first kiss was you kissing me,
You had to go first because I know I wouldn't do any,
Then, the next I thought that I should be the one doing it;
Which I did and as I was watching Lipstick Jungle and here I am with this,
Victory Ford crashing because of Joe Bennett just got me switching,
I have to write this for it's important to me,
Who knows one day I might just forget and let this memory leave;
The truth is my heart still feels the same way it had been,
Too sad to say that I am now very used to this shit,
Here I am in a foreign land, where you might have been,
I know that you are now with her and she is surely giving;
That's enough for me knowing that I am not the one you need,
But just to let you know that that kiss was important for me,
However, I must admit that it lacked feeling,
It was as if it was so dry that so did our relationship;
So, yes, that was the final and that was it,
I hope that the tear you juggled wasn't as much as me,
Or perhaps it was just me and you didn't even end up crying,
Because you're a man and I'm just a miniature living;
I had been mourning and resting and you went out f*cking,
Thank you very much for that kiss that I ended up regretting,
If only you knew,
That I wasn't you;
You needed a shoe,
But you had no clue.

The Lady of V

The Lady of V 

Written by Jennifer Soh Li Wen, 14th February 2014, Friday, 11:11 a.m., in my rented room in Kuala Lumpur, Dedicated to my Trainer of Trainers during NS and Startrack 2.0, Cikgu Alang

A lady of a thousand years,

A face sheds a million tears;

Spreading home of chandeliers,

Loved most yet he is oblivious.