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Consumed by Passion

Nothing is as important as passion ~ Jon Bon Jovi

Passion for me was once indescribable. It is not a tangible item to be held, nor can passion be described as a specific smell, taste or sound. It is unique to anyone it touches. In a world so full of corruption, tarnished by hate and deception,  I realize loving you has become  my poetry, my swan song, my passion. I found my passion within you.  Your inner fire effortlessly breached...Read On


Passion to Miss

An unstoppable craving that must find satisfaction.

The craving tore at my body I could feel its heat, scorching The need wouldn’t cease Me, twirling, moaning, arching   Sweat glistening on ivory skin My heart racing Pounding the beat Limbs and torsos embracing   Energy buzzing and consuming The beginning to the end Bodies rocking and melding Lines and colors blend   Mirrors surrounding, reflecting An image encased in paintings...Read On


What Is This Fire?

At what point does intense physial passion become merely lust?

  What is this fire that burns deep inside? It won’t be extinguished, Lord knows that I’ve tried.   It glows like a candle in shadows and gloom. It shows me your body in the dark of the room.   It shows me your hair, your lips and your skin. It flares as hands part the silk robe you are in.   Then it roars in a hearth. Your eyes fuel the flames. The embers, they fly, ...Read On


Is It Still Taboo?

I think of her, as more than just my step-mother, so is it still wrong?

I lay awake at night, thinking of you When I close my eyes, you're all I see Every moment of every day, I see you there I know it's wrong, but I can't stop this feeling inside You took me in, raised me as one of your own A mother to watch over me, but not blood related You married my father, a step-parent you've become But I can't stop thinking of you as more You caught me one time,...Read On


Flayed to the Bone

For Alan, whose passions were the word, the image, and the song.

To the bone, flayed through flesh and torn away from the tendons and ligaments of a tortured body. Moans of regret, mourning sensitivity, singular loss before the dawning of renewed passion. You have felt it before and wish for it no more; no more  with the suffering,  rejected and escaping, and waiting patiently for your destiny,  writ in your sleepless dreams. It is the last time  that...Read On


Theater of War

The bedroom is my battlefield. Armored in silk and lace, I need no guns or grenades. My weapons are subtle; A promise or a flinch, A smile or a snore, Deployed to devastating effect. So lay down your arms, And our bodies will follow. Capitulate to me. I'll accept your passionate surrender....Read On

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Piccadilly Line Passion

Fourteen stations and a frenzied fuck

Dozing on an empty night-time tube, Late-night, post-party, tipsy: Jerked awake As train pulls out of Russell Square; And there he is: Sat opposite me; man of all my dreams.   Blue eyes, short hair, chin Flecked with darkish stubble, Tight T-shirt wrapping tighter body. Fuck, I want him; want him now.   Our eyes meet, flick away, Then back. Both Smile, a moment shared. I bite my lip, then...Read On

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Walls That Have Eyes

Shackled by ropes of fate

How could I have realized On that day of surprise With illicit kisses stolen And sexuality shredded That I was surrounded by walls that have eyes Snared by irresistible bait And shackled by ropes of fate Tumbling into an unknown abyss Of frenetic and wild abandon Sexual compass, anything but straight Needing our forbidden affair Trapped on an inescapable path without care A blaze of...Read On

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It's Never Just a Fuck

Criss-crossed and knotted, cutting and cut, the binding rope Holds me, folds me, remolds me to a creature of chains And locks. A creature of silent craving, biting my gag . I’m never so much myself, as when you fasten the collar . My Sade. My Rousseau. My love, wielding the whip . Do not let me go until you come .   Cord and steel holds me together until you come To me....Read On


Memory Of You!

Jerking off to the sweet memory of a sensual blowjob.

The memory of you seeps into my memory As I sit here with my hand wrapped around my cock Hardened by the notion of you touching it Stroking myself off as I close my eyes and dream of you Your succulent lips offering sweet tender kisses Your wet tongue sliding across the long shaft Rising to take the crown placed upon the head To the flicker of your tongue upon that so sensitive spot Driving...Read On


Horny Lovers of Lush.

An erotic story line poem about my fun, my sadness, and my passion for Lush.

Sitting here again, just watching, remembering the fun I've dared, The friendships, the secrets, so many Lush lovers I've shared. The wonderful crying laughter, a truly euphoric orgasm, Pillow talk the morning after, as I quietly think of them. Wondering and not knowing why, it's so beautiful in late fall, As I sit here and I try, to understand the excitement of it all. Remembering the joy...Read On

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Let me be your Juliet

Let me be your Juliet, standing proud upon the balcony Golden hair a crown of fire as it’s kissed by the sun Distracting you, the sweetness of your adoration forgotten As you gaze heavenwards, lust burning in your loins You came to woo me with your words, you claim To praise me with the poetry that sings in your heart To make love to me as the dawn breaks over Verona I don’t want to...Read On


Love and Passion

  I work my way through the crowd, eyes locked on yours needing to get to you. Too many people, too much uncertainty, I can’t do this right now. One more step and I’m there, your face is all I see. I can relax now,  standing here with you. As close as we are, I press my hand into the small of your back and bring you against me, our bodies touching. You mold to me. Holding...Read On

Sexy Game Tonight

A dark adventure   This is an experiment This pair are lovers One is a bit hesitant A blindfold is worn Hearing is her only sense So much to be learned Her body is tense He kisses her skin Uses his tongue softly She wears a grin This game is naughty He ties her wrists She's all his tonight He puts a toy into her slit What he does feels right Her pussy responds so well The toy is deep...Read On


Filthy Beautiful

Filthy little muse for your cock...

You never knew what your dirty little girl was aching for Your fat cock deep in her pretty little tight ass I yearned for your cock in my slippery wet pussy, yet I ached for more. My passion and raw emotions I flaunt with grace and class.   Your thick, hard, veiny shaft...penetrating deep in my creamy wet womb  Vigorous orgasms soaring as you fucked me more Your cock erupting and...Read On


An ode to Passion

A bit of rhyming fun inspired by the "Passion" poetry comp, if not in the same league as those poets

“P” is for “pounding” – your pussy can take it; let’s face it, it happens every time that we’re naked! “A” is for “anal” – don’t pout dear, it’s fun; now please stay still whilst I KY your bum! “S” is for “sucking” – we’ll have plenty of that; sucking, and sucking, and sucking in fact. “S” is for “softly” – each movement at first but you know I’ll pound harder when I’m ready to burst. “I”...Read On


The Devil Bitch

She owns me, controls me, uses me for her own amusement ...

Your face is etched forever in my memory My fractured mind warped by your presence Tearing at it's fabric to create insanity Unable to break free of these shackles you placed upon me Your voice won't stop whispering hurtful words Forcing me to bang my head against the wall Your fragrant perfume suffocates me You feed off my misery like a leech Blood that drips from those scratches you...Read On


My Glass Toy

This ridgid glass toy, it makes my pussy seep

Here I lay My legs wide spread Watching some porn Half naked In bed These naughty images Make me so wet I reach for my glass toy My favourite pet Slowly I slide it Along my silky slit Over my panties So sexy and red As my arousal grows The panties must go I reach down, tug them Toss them on the floor The smooth hard edge Of my glass toy slides Along my slippery slit Up and down, to my clit...Read On


Beauregard's Driveway

A tepid night at an Alabama watering hole turns even steamier out in the parking lot.

I felt a slight brush, an excuse-me touch beneath the awning of dark clouds a summer storm was brewing in Alabama with the devil's hammer banging loud   the Spanish moss hung deathly still the bees returned to their combs even the locusts gave up the ghost as the timid scurried to their homes   I'd stayed in town to avoid the rush and the air was...Read On

The Seven Rides of Sara-Lou

A tale of seven rides she told; each word, she swore, was true.

(a song, to be sung country-western style, with a jangly guitar) I knew a girl in my hometown     her name was Sara-Lou A tale of seven rides she told     each word, she swore, was true. Sixteen, she hitched thru Tennessee;     he drove a black sedan. Her young pert breasts, her languid arm     he wound his window down. They stopped at dawn round Memphis way,     across his hood...Read On

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What Is It, That You Want

Tell me - what is it that you want? On this wintry day Spitting cold mist and icy winds Dressed in this full length coat. Belt, not threaded, but tied in a knot, What is it, that you want? Tell me - what is it that you want? The unfurled coat, displaying the nakedness of youth Your body glinting from the mellow-yellow sodium lamps The red lingerie, gives warmth, without warming at all...Read On

Shadow In The Window

On the sheets without a thread Laying naked in bed As my thoughts turn to black And a shadow in the window With finger tips touching my glans And mournful sighs stretching my skin Giving me the heebie jeebies In modulation With lips drooling a dripping saliva   As the brush prickles my cock Bouncing heavy 'tween bedpost   As I hear a spiritual boast  While its mount my steed  My...Read On


Wild and Unfettered

Oh! Those hot and wild nights Picking gently at our food Second guessing those sexy thoughts... That play games inside our minds. Inviting you back At the end of the night The offer of coffee, and perhaps a chat... Or unfinished business, with a smile. All kinds of thoughts All kinds of images Running through our minds... As keys unlock the doors of desire. Bitten lips, linger on faces...Read On

The Willies

Who is masquerading behind shadows In the ossuary of my manuscripts?   Rattling at this quiet vesper hour With a voice of a Mezzo Soprano     Banging the pots as I dream  As the haints come haunting in  And you in knickers offering fellatio With your lips performing a chore And I in my cups prosing darkly thrills As you genuflect at the apse of my desk Bellowing winds blow, bringing the...Read On


A Better Word Than Fuck?

Fuck — just four letters, such a simple word, Two explosive consonants either side, And between, a hard and clumsy vowel. Fuck — an ugly and brutal little word, A casual expression of surprise, Or an expletive of anger, or of pain. Fuck — a degrading and insulting word, A curt dismissal, indicating contempt, Two fingers raised in defiant anger. Fuck — the sexual act, a savage word,...Read On


Jersey Girl

For my friends

There once was a Jersey girl who had a sweet pearl Her Dom wanted her to be his slut and give it to her deep in her butt She looked at him with a naughty smile Cause she knew it would take him a good while He had a cock so big She loved his drilling rig The games the two would play Were naughty like Mr Grey He called her his baby D A love they shared, no one would forsee He is...Read On


The Seaman

  I caught a glimpse as he stared out the window. The beautiful vision I would capture Forever in my mind.   The seaman So angelic looking In the soft light.   Only the inside of my body And the bed sheets still tied to the bed post will tell otherwise.   The seaman: Now I know why They call him a salty dog.   Promiscuous and wild The only goal was to release and go. ...Read On


So Sweet Life - Verse 1

Jalmari's dream world

In this dream.   We're almost naked hot summer day in the woods In the shadows of tree The soft moss beneath us.   For you, my dear. I'll tell you gently that I love you And if the finger of fate so orders? My dream is realized?  ...Read On


Draining a wood on a horny evening

My apologies to Robert Frost

Whose wood this is I think I know, His balls are fairly unfamiliar, though; He will not see me through the gloryhole To watch my strokes make his wood grow. My swollen cunt must find it bold      Unsafe sex has risks untold Between his cock and my folds ‘Tis the wettest night his schedule holds He gives his hirsute balls a shake To check if there is some mistake      The only action he...Read On


Morning Haikus

I dream then awake Soon images fill my mind I feel my body It is demanding Like a slumbering mad bear It's needs must be met What starts in my mind Begins to travel down south First, a small tingle Nipples perk, erect Needing attention I beg Fingers brush across Mouth emitting moans Please, don't stop I need much more Let your mouth taste mine Moist lips mesh as one Tongues begin to...Read On