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Incompletion

craving you

. Dreaming of your face Your mouth Your gentle laugh Has become an incompletion. This hunger draws me closer To the precipice And a nightmare of unwise wanting. Memories of sweetness Cannot feed my heart. I am torn in the effort To understand this silky binding That tethers me to Stony bareness, So near... So far. You draw away in the gloaming, In...Read On

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Nights with Daddy

Daddy and His Baby on the Town

Daddy takes her dancing: One tango and one waltz And she’s sweating from the heat. He tosses her easily, strongly to the beat, And presses so close she can feel his cock throb. Daddy takes her out to eat: The finest food and dry champagne. She knows she’s dessert Because Daddy loves to please her. Oh, but first he’ll tease her Make her giggle like a girl. Daddy gives her presents On any...Read On

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A rose by any other...

I can't think of a one liner. Perhaps if I could, I would have spared us all the 66 liner below.

Big ears! he shouted and ran away Stuck out his tongue, pulled my hair all day And made me cry * Hey, is your Ellie playing out, Mrs Jones? We broke a window throwing stones And never got found out * Billy's got a girlfriend! his mates all cried No I bloody haven't! She's a liar. Ellie lied! But we held hands later * You're beautiful, gorgeous, I wish that we ... ...Read On

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Butterfly

You found me Lost and alone Broken and defeated Not able to see From all the tears Clouding my vision My mind You reached out a hand Helped me up But let me cry Understanding Sometimes tears need to fall You held me close In a tight embrace Like a cocoon Sheltering me from the world Giving me peace A safe heaven And in my cocoon My tears dried up My...Read On

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101 Words: Sunday Morning

Waking up horny on Sunday morning.

Stretching out into our bed, “You’re still here? Thank God,” I said. A sigh, a groan a sexy poke, My fingers moving as you woke. Sunday mornings, they are the best, Stay in bed - but not to rest, Exploring you: I’m heading south, Taking you into my mouth. A suck, a lick that’s all you need, My mouth soon filling with your seed. Another suck, and your cock grew, A hunger, a...Read On

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Solitude

A grey and cold evening Sitting at the bar that night The wall of the noise You left when you were smiling That was your final act My eyes never shed a tear You are just antisocial  You'll always be a plastic image You think you're so modern When you walk in front of me My heart is still burning With the flames of wasted yearning Will it burn for evermore I go forward, hate remembering...Read On

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I Remember

I remember falling asleep curled around your arm as you drove  Telling myself it was wrong because you weren't mine I was with another yet it felt so wonderful with you I remember waking up your hand on my leg fingers lightly stroking The gentle touch of your lips atop my head made me smile Pretending to be sleeping so it wouldn't end I remember the clarity and peace that...Read On

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Morning Shadows Dance

In the morning shadows, two lovers twine

Your crimson lips enveloping, With glossy slickness, the thickness of my length; Forming that perfect tight “O” ring, As you feel the wanting strength Of my hand gripping your hair. I love to watch your lips separate As the head widens the liquid gap Into a moist and fleshy gate And glide my fingers into your lap To rub your honey there. Your slow beginnings always quicken Into a hungry...Read On

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Skarlett Lost

Summer gone, nights grow black Dying embers of Skarlett lost I lie awake watching this decay Sunday morning in a bed of faded memory Tease those warm pink wet petals Like the morning dew in spring A shallow reflection of you, not here anymore I put you on a pedestal, my queen On my knees, suffocating Lipstick lips gone and I'm lonely Villain in this silent game of love Shame is all I...Read On

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In His Hands

Like clay in an artist's hands This is how I begin Only he can mold me My needs he understands His hands supple and warm Patience of an artist, sculpting me to form Moisture and I melt a bit Harder and I become stiff Wanting to be beautiful  Surrender  Unconditional Flaws visible to him  Beauty relies on him In his hands I begin  In his hands I am...Read On

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Dildo on a u-shape stick

See ya Close curtains on way out Please that is, must mind me manners Go on bugger off,  Yeah I know it's only three pm Slam! Phew... Gotta an itch Now slowly does it, bum up  Shorts down, I said shorts down God it ain't easy one arm and legged Knackered all ready and still the main event First time in nine weeks, three days and Umpteen minutes Why? hour ago I...Read On

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Mirror Mirror

She admires the memories of passionate night left on herself

Showing what her eyes can see, "A gorgeous damsel, can this be me?" Urging, needing to touch, explore, Be an exhibitionist today or a peeping voyeur ? Falling in love with her own shadow, From the silky hair to the curling toe. Her hands wandered to her dainty curves, Her loins reacted to the firing nerves. She cooed, she giggled, she turned around, Looking for it and...Read On

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Lies

We all say things that we wish we could take back.

We all stretch the truth from time to time I should know,  I have committed this crime. Though you point your finger at me and declare You liar! You fake! How could you dare? I wonder if you have ever, been in my shoes, Where you were forced,  Yes, made to choose Between living the lie and keeping things nice, Continuing to lie  With blood that’s like ice. Or telling the truth and...Read On

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Bitter-suite

Revenge is sweet - perhaps even sweeter for a ghost

I die; I rise, a different shade All colour bleached, all flesh decayed All mem'ries wiped and yet I hear A voice I know was once held dear * I drift through smoke and subtle light All hunger, thirst, all day and night To find the feast my soul demands The succour stolen from my hands * As in a dream I see him strain  Face twisted, body wracked with pain And his...Read On

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Body Language

Day and night, desire rules

The way your fingers hold my cock Shows me your mood more than your eyes. The way my fingers caress your collar’s lock Brings out your smiles, your softened sighs. So tightly linked we are, night and day, That words just seem to fade away. As indigo dusk encloaks the sky We are moonlight, you and I. At dawn, as sunlight fills our bower, And you stir from drowsy pose, We spend some...Read On