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Do You Trust Me?

I wonder if she’ll ever give herself fully to me...

The water trickles down my back The cold tile presses on my knees Gathering your sweet nectar into my mouth My lovely girl to please My tongue longs to drive deeper And yet deeper still Your hands reach to assist me Pulling me onto your hardened pill Now I hold your cheeks for leverage As your finger joins the song I move down from your button And your come, it lasts so long ...Read On

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Hot Tamale

If food be the food of love, love on

My fantastic ideal would be To be your Mexican housepoetess: Aztec princess, ceremonial heart-swiper, Gymnastically bilingual just as I am bisexual, A hot tamale in bedazzled headgear, pink plumage, Bronzed arms stained with the sex juice of my victims: see them laid Out upon the stairway to my bedroom at each dawn of another exhaustless day. Ay, caramba! But reality ‘tis, I’m much more...Read On

13

Not Too Subtle

Open ears make for open arms

sexy doesn’t have to be subtle it can be so sweet sometimes thoughts frazzle like candy floss webs for forward fingers to flick apart-- inhibitions gone birdbrained, extinct. no offense to the dinos: i’m convinced they were clever, quite. not me so much though. you’re telling me to “go with the flow”? oh--no! i see which way this story leads. you’re a nice person, i know, i‘m sure. i think...Read On

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Midnight

The magic hour

Midnight is a magic hour When women weave their spells; Wicked, earthy, sexiual power With candles, books, and bells. Their eyes turn catlike in a mist Their sorcery to wreathe Around a man who can’t resist No more than cannot breathe. When night has half-way fallen Into the darker plane You may hear the witchy calling Of your secret magic name. They beckon you to follow And sate their...Read On

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Wanting

An expression of loss

  I sit here wanting words when what I really want is you-- not the sound of syllables, or the right ring of rhymes, or the cleverness of making metaphors that bounce off the imagination. Poetry is what cannot be stuffed into words. It’s buried underneath like a muffled cry hardly heard, a silent hand reaching up into the sky from under mud. Do you hear my cry? Do...Read On

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Looking For Love

A poem for my sweet friend Savanna

She’s looking for love in all the wrong places, Where she goes all the men have disguises on their faces. Most of them are telling great big lies, If their wives found out they would certainly cry. She wants a man that will be honest and true, Romantic, loving and sexy too. She has so much love that she wants to give, She would even travel across the sea to live. I tell her, “Dear you...Read On

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Never Forget

Capturing a moment Freezing it in time Trapping it forever Inside a box Your box Of your memories Your locked box Of your own regrets Your special box Of many moments That are burned Scarred and implanted Into your head So you will never forget Those memories The ones that make you smile Or laugh Or cry   Never forget The way the day looked And the way the air smelled ...Read On

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Every Breath I Take

Every breath I take reminds me of nights spent with you. Every sigh I utter reminds me of endless words unspoken. Every breath you take reminds me of how much I love you. Every time I see your face, I want to tell the world how I feel. How can I make you understand how much it hurts not to be with you? I ask myself, how can I make you care and yet not make you feel trapped? It is...Read On

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Ode to JJ's cock

We miss JJ's cock!

There once was a girl named JJ, Who had a cock above her vajayjay; It was a sizeable prick, Often called Moby Dick, But, sadly, now it's on vaycay. It was the greatest one in the world; She used duct tape to keep it curled. Nearly 8 feet long, They sang it a song, Then buckets of cum, it hurled. Looking at hers makes me dumb as a mute; Mine barely works as a piccolo flute. With her...Read On

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Menage

Three's company, and a crowd

I could fuck myself with a smooth-cut stone, Plug my fingers inside some bubbling spring To swallow earth’s squirts or make mountains spew, So greedy my hands now, for you-- and you. With polite purpose I entered the game, Acknowledged set bounds were all for the best. I let myself out when the fucking’s through: Merry chirpers above, I wing off, blue. Light-hearted was I, your...Read On

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Whore

Around the club that time of year, When the men stood about drinking their beer. Walking throughout in nothing but socks. All of them with their old droopy cocks. This gentleman's club was a different breed. Catering to the men and their cock's need. For on this day when it came about, A whore would suck these men; small and stout. Together they did drink and laugh and cheer, ...Read On

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Not a Lie

My love for him is not a lie

There are so many things I could tell you If I were brave, Such as I’m not jealous Of all your friend girls, But then I would lie. I could tell you I’m Strong and brave And self-confident And you traveling to see Other friend girls (Or them traveling to see you) Doesn’t bother me, But then I would lie. I could tell you that The age difference Between us...Read On

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Ache

Sometimes I just want to slip away, To this zone... Where you and I can just be. Where time and place don't exist, Where beauty is subjective and Serenity is floating and surrounding us. Where broken and ripped are unseen nor felt, Where eyes sparkle, beckon and transmit, The beauty captured by soul and heart. Where flowing emotions and feelings communicate. Where silent mouths...Read On

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Pleasure-Zone

"Pleasure-zone" The day started, as it routinely did. Deadlines to meet. Projects to complete. I took a break from my busy day, To say "Hello" to friends far away. Lo and behold, the 'message' light blinks. I opened the page, Reaching for my drink. 'What, another boring message from someone afar?' Maybe just another 'wanna-be rock-star' I say to myself. "Should I open, or just delete?...Read On

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He is my Master

Master, You are who I so look up to Master, You are who I melt for every day Master, You are who I kneel in front of eyes downward Seeing in front of me, your greatest gift to me your hardness excites me Sir Your kind eyes looking at me that can turn to steel in a fraction of a second making my tummy excited my red bottom squirm wanting only to please you, my Master ...Read On