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Dinner Invite

Dinner Invite It’s a hot sunny afternoon and you’re driving over to my place for what I have promised to be a great dinner and evening together. You pull into the driveway and walk up to the door. With your finger ready to push the bell you hesitate just a second to wonder what I have in mind that will make this dinner special compared to the other wonderful days we have spent together. ...Read On

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White Gold

Poem

Your body textured smooth and soft.. And waiting for my touch.. With thoughts of you keeping me aloft.. Your gift to me will mean so much.. Unwrapping you with trembling fingers.. My breath you steal from me.. With distant dreams my urge still lingers.. You are my only fantasy.. Your eyes search mine and draw me in.. I quiver as we meet.. Desire unfolds and lust begins.. As I lay you back...Read On

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For Lily For Loving Me

For all the times you kissed my cheek kissed my mouth and made me weak For all the times you held my hand pushed back my hair, strand by strand For all the times you kissed my lips and lightly kissed my finger tips For all those times you whispered in my ear that you would forever be right here For all the times you showed me love told me that I was someone to be proud of...Read On

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Sandman's Dust

Sensual love songs and psalms of lust. Like falling comets, the Sandman's dust. Creating dreams.  Twilight sleep. Mortals seek. Sandman's pleasures, beneath my shadows.  Like soft satin, my hands follows trails. Across your breasts, nipples swell.  Over your body, I caress. Humming lullabies  as darkness falls. Kissing away your happy tears. Like stars in a jar. ...Read On

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Aftermath

My frilly things lie scattered A bit of lace here, A scrap of cotton there. The bedclothes are tangled, A mound of insulation piled, Sheet twisted and tugged. Hair tumbles across your chest, Chestnut and soft, Knotted and wild. The pillows are tossed, One lies on the floor, Another is shared. There is a wet spot, A towel covers, Rough terry on bare skin. ...Read On

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Loving

just a short poem

Slowly he brings his mouth to my lips kissing me with such passion I start to feel fire in the very core of my soul He tenderly puts me on his bed, and looks at me from above his eyes turn dark with lust as his passion for me ignites he brings his face to mine and whispers in my ear I love you, I need you, your everything to me he slowly puts his manhood inside of me sliding in and out...Read On

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101 Words for Roses

Lips Swollen and bruised Muscular tongue filling my ass While fingers stroke between my thighs Tangled together A trio What are the odds of coming together like this And coming Together Like this Rose petals so wet Dew clinging to soft pink edges Slowly dripping Lemons and… I’m blushing Thinking about the coming morning Yours not mine My belly full of love ...Read On

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Our First Time in the Nursing Home

The first time is always the most memorable.

I was four score, you a touch younger. Both of us still had the hunger to release our passions and taste each other’s sweat. Neither of us was much of a talker but you looked so hot on your walker. I wanted to be as close as I could get. My heart sings remembering that very first day the two of us began to play and strove to reach the heights of senior bliss. You were my...Read On

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Coming Alive

Library encounter leads to a blowjob.

You're sitting in the library A bottle of water by your side Your hands demurely brushing your bangs I watch you, unseen, unknown to the world You turn your head I quickly immerse myself in a novel I hear your footsteps Loud yet quiet Gentle yet bold Your soft breathing startles me How you knew I was here is beyond my knowledge Your fingers trace patterns over my shoulders, back, and arse...Read On

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Visit in the Dark

You slip inside my bed one night. I smell your scent, take in your sight. You hum welcome; I kiss hello. Our naked bods slide to and fro. I lick your skin. You taste so sweet, I grin and groan beneath the sheet. Breezes of want surge into gust. Our passion swells on waves of lust. I shift around to sixty-nine. Me tasting yours; you tasting mine. Hot breaths of hunger fill the night Moans...Read On

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Love, A Destroyer of Hearts

A poem about how love can hurt and destroy a heart.

Love lost, Always with A Cost. Loosing ones Heart. Loosing a part, Part of ones Essence. Even  the quintessence. Never to be gained. Only Lost Within. Love Destroys from Within, Placing the Heart in a Bin. A bin of Trash. To be thrown out. Without a Heart, Now that’s a Start. A Start of a Happy Life, Without...Read On

Words of Promise

Wild unleashed thoughts

Tell me, will you try to break me? The night brings pleasure, words of promise These last as long as the flutter of the Precious hummingbird’s wings Quickly to kiss, lips that pout, tears of pain Dripping from the windows of the soul Once again the words captivate, beckon Say it, will you try to take me? Dance two heated bodies Have learned the steps to, Music that comes as whispers ...Read On

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King's Bay Ch. 03

Things begin to change.

The weekend was over too soon and we headed back to Manny's. I took a couple of days to explore at a more leisurely pace. I walked around to see what there was close by, used my bike to go farther away, and went to another beach or two. As beautiful as the California scenery was, I missed Ithaca. It was all just so different. Different trees, different terrain, even different smells. ...Read On

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Indulge Me

Hoping to tell her how I really feel…

You and me We spend a lot of time together It’s hard to come up with the words That express just how important you are to me I have something on my heart And that’s exactly what I tell you You sit down beside me here in our hotel room And I take your tiny hand in mine Your reaction is part excitement, part fear I notice your angst immediately “I just have something to say,” I begin “So...Read On

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In My Abstract

In the cohesiveness Of my lustful etchings. As an artist brushes, Words amuse me.   Writing my travels Within my journal, The desk my easel. Pleasures my quest. Aroused am I, Upon written lines. The medium my dark ink. I compose.  The cunt the well, My quill stands. Waiting for visions, In my shadowed darkness. Drafting the anatomy Of characters on my podium. Describing...Read On