Creative writing

Dysfunctional rode into town dripping wetness all around He pissed in the wind, spit there too Vileness had a new friend this dysfunctional drifter from out of town He shows no mercy from a fiery tongue There's never a victory when hes around Driving others blood to boil he is in your head, now in your bed You eat sleep and drink him all the day long Taking orders from one whose so very wrong Blackened nights, bright moonlight carries him through You watch him but he does little to encourage you Vileness and negativity were sister and brother in his bed Your playing with fire now,  you allowed him in your head

Hate on brothers and sisters. Fill your souls with darkness. Rejoice in your vile, shameful ways. Breath in the anger you create, allow that to resonate Your minds fill with fear. Tortured nights tearfilled days. Fire those bullets watch you waisting away. Just like a man crucified thousands of years ago. Rage on in your deepest sorrows. For angry voices chatter on, while years have passed you by. Sing no more songs for death is lurking upon us all. Fill your souls with darkness brothers and sisters. For time takes back all that is given. Rejoice in your belief of lies. Thousands of years can't change the past. Hate grows on destroying the growers of the seeds.

After the doom we decided we would never let a moment or opportunity for intimacy pass us by as we were now on the road in our second RV. My wife Macy and I found Brady our newest acquaintance at the last shock up. Brady was toned, in his early twenties, he was sporting a medium build with bronze skin. Brady had piercing blue eyes and thick red lips. His jaw line was slightly square but very handsome.  Brady smelled of coconuts and oil. His smile was infectious. And laughter came so easily. Did I mention he was six foot eleven dirty blond hair to his mid back. My wife Macy was plump with size d breasts. Five foot six. Me I was five foot ten, medium build, but I had stamina. Macy had convinced me a threesome would bring us an orgasm so intense we would never want anything less in our lives. I had big hopes going in. As Brady and I fumbled around with Macy's body. We were getting to know her sensitive sections more intimately than before. We were at that time in our late fift...